We’re all just wanderers, aren’t we?

Blown about by the winds of change

Magnetic charges pushing and pulling against each other

Looking through rose-colored glasses

At what other people have

Sailors on a sea of light

So bedazzled by the reflection on the water

So blinded by our own heartache

That we fail to perceive reality

Strangers in the dark

Searching for our other halves

Because we know somehow

That something won’t be complete until we do

Maybe everyone will find their piece

Maybe I’ll find you