Lost Lamb

I am a lost lamb.
And i ask myself when did I become?
But didn't get an answer back,
from my head or my heart.

With a hunger soul I wander,
into the deserted forest full of thunder.
Then my thoughts start to wonder,
what if I become a goner?

Loneliness is my comfort.
It's a zone that I own.
As I continue to wake,
step outside, fragile heart start to shake.

I'm not dead nor alive.
I feel nothing, I wonder why?
Somehow its sad and lonely,
hoping somebody would be able to find me.