The Light

There used to be a time
when a faded map of mine
was showing to a place
where I had a secret case.

Inside, there was a book of notes
double-locked, in piece of clothes
so no dream could go away
just be on paper, ever stay.

And the time is passing by
the only question is still why
I lost the map and so the path
to my dreams, shining stars.

How to heal my gloomy heart?
Need to find you, missing part.

And one day we'll come to place
where I keep my secret case
cause you're the light - not the map -
that I can follow step by step.