Mining The Lost Years

A tea to drink, a writing desk

A warm fire, a bed for rest

My plate is filling, I know what's next

It is a dream, that is becoming

Yet something's gone

There are reasons to feel blessed

And I do, yes I do

And most of all I am so pleased

To have your hand when I am lonely

Yet something's gone

 

Now I'm mining the lost years

The days I felt tears fall from my face

And turn to gold

The days I strived for love

I could feel it resonate through my body

Now I'm mining the lost years

That lead me to you

 

There was a time I felt the heartbreak

Of fractured family and lost childhood

There was a time I felt the hunger

To become my own hero

Yet something's here

There are reasons to feel blessed

And I do, yes I do

And most of all I am so pleased

To have your hand when I am lonely

Yet something's here

 

Now I'm mining the lost years

The days I felt tears fall from my face

And turn to gold

The days I strived for love

I could feel it resonate through my body

Now I'm mining the lost years

That lead me to you

 

A tea to drink / there was a time

A writing desk / I felt the heartbreak

A warm fire / of fractured family

A bed for rest / and lost childhood

My plate is filling/ there was a time

I know what's next / I felt the hunger

It is a dream / to become

That is becoming / my own hero

Something's here

 

Now I'm mining the lost years

The days I felt tears fall from my face

And turn to gold

The days I strived for love

I could feel it resonate through my body

Now I'm mining the lost years

That lead me to you