• On the golden prairie sits a young girl
    Lost among the tall grasses,
    Like a new born faun,
    Quietly waiting for its mother's return
    She waits and waits
    Hoping to be found

    She watches the beautiful summer sky turn inky dark,
    Forming the blackness of the night
    She listens, quiet as a mouse,
    Hoping for the sound of anything or anyone
    Coming to rescue her
    She hears something - the rustling of leaves
    It is just a lonely prairie dog scrambling past her
    She is lost
    Waiting
    Waiting to be found

    She is like a mouse, hiding in the bush
    To scared to move and scared to cry out
    The wind begins to sneak up behind her
    She waits and waits
    Hoping to be found

    A tear slowly creeps down her cheek,
    A soft sigh escapes her lips
    The trees begin to whisper
    Dont be scared be brave
    The leaves dance around her
    Covering her like a blanket
    She is lost
    Waiting
    Waiting to be found.