A lost puzzle piece wandering through life
Going from place to place but never right
To find a picture space where I exactly fit
There have been times I think yes – but find I never did

This puzzle piece would love to be
In a picture where I can be just me
To fit in perfectly and not be forced or glued
A spot originally made – not out of the blue

Where is the picture I’m suppose to be in
Where are the others I’m suppose to be with
Will keep on looking for my special spot the rest of my life
Hoping to find that perfect place way before I die