A sea of faces,
yet you see each one.
Know each one.
Long for each one's heart.
I search the sea of faces,
yet cannot find what
I'm looking for,
or what I need.
My heart is lost
among these people
in this place.
No matter the search,
I will not find
what I desperately need.
It is not my search
that finds,
but my surrender.
When I give over my
control,
you can reach me.
When I let you in,
you gladly romance.
When I let my heart be known,
you show you know me
more than I know myself.
You can give what I've so
desperately searched for.
My heart finds its home,
in my willing surrender,
and release of control.
