always searching for something always searching for clues always searching for something else like the child that i out grew i m afraid to find i never will return i i ll hope i ll see just how it used to be i wish for the past to be there for me like it was searching for the child within a moment in time searching for the child within a child with nothing to hide all the visions my mind could see did they ever come true all the visions my mind created was it something i out grew 