Lost and Found

When the sun has fallen,
The moon has risen,
The street lamps started lighting up,
Nowhere to be found.

At the dark cost of misery
My words full of gibberish,
Running away from that place,
Haunts me from my old mistake.

Hide from the bins,
Crackling sounds and bliss,
I was lost from behind,
I was never found.

Reach your helping hand,
I recieve the colorful meaning of what I see,
A friend I could trust,
Opens me who I was never to be.

I run and hide from my past,
A helping hand I land,
I was lost from my past,
But now I am found from the sound.