I Was Searching

All my life, I was searching

for you, reaching out 

into the cosmos, into the universe

to find you...

I was searching everything and everyone,

how could I track you down?

And I listened in the wind 

and I called to you from afar

although you couldn't hear me yet.

I searched for my bloodline,

but all I found were dead ends...

I looked in the stars and tried 

to find you, and they kept saying,

we are leading you home;

but I was confused, and home eluded me.

All the tantalizing clues leading me towards you,

then I felt you, close to me, inside of me,

and I searched within, for you...

and I found you within me.

And my blood led me home,

carried me through the homesickness,

helped me rise above the trauma,

and navigate the wandering maze,

until I found you, and we cried tears

of joy because I was searching, 

and because I found you.

I don't know if I believe

in destiny, I believe in me.

I don't know if I believe in fate,

but I found you because 

I was searching and kept going

when it got cold... 

kept going when I heard nothing

on the winds..I just kept believing,

in you and me. 

What if it all works out?

I knew you were out there,

were you waiting? I had to know.

So, I kept going, and now,

I'm so glad I didn't quit,

even when the burden was heavy

even when there was no light 

in the tunnel's bend...

blindly going forward, but 

never giving up, I had to find you...

and then one day I did,

and a new fear gripped me:

what if you didn't want me?

what if I was a secret?

what if...and then I remembered:

what if it all works out?

And I jumped anyway.