I was lost, but dear, I'm found.

June 8, 2011
I’ve tripped over the words ‘til I found them right.
I’ve stumbled through the days that lead me to you tonight.
I’ve caught myself on branches, they took my load for a while.
Now I’m searching through the answers, trying to sleep at night.
The answers don’t make much since, but only one so well.
When you tripped me with love the first time, I guess that’s when I fell.

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