Found!
Kurow «Marcela Bovio»Cover your eyes
and count to hundred... and nine!
Belly full of butterflies
I sneak away into the night.
Hopeful, careless,
making haste.
I'll scout the woods
to find the perfect place;
under the shadows I wait.
Breathe me in,
look for me.
We all want to be found by someone.
Breathe me in,
say my name.
We all want to be in someone’s poems.
My heart's beating loud,
it's selling me out;
in its own peculiar way
it's calling out your name.
Oh, I feel you
drawing near.
Stars will ignite the sky
to make us see
that every answer lies here.
Breathe me in,
look for me.
We all want to be found by someone.
Breathe me in,
say my name.
We all want to be in someone’s poems.