The Lost Years

Lyrics © 2009. Song © 2025

Written in 2009 in Mozambique. For me, the quest for authentic love feels like searching for the Sun’s Light — the place where you feel at home, safe, and protected. When you’re cold, you go sit in the Sun. When you’re gloomy you open the curtain to let in the Sun’s rays. Three times I thought I found it, but I was mistaken and took a little journey down to the Underworld instead - the Lost Years (which ended up being 10 agonizing years). Eventually I escaped and carried on searching. I cannot bear insincerity - I live at a depth many would drown in. Staying in a contrived, phony happiness would eat away at my Soul. Anyhow, that’s why a lot of my writing is to the Sun, about the Sun, drifting away from the Sun, being lost in the Underworld, and sometimes becoming enchanted by Pluto/Hades etc. As of now, I’m still just trying to get home, although my North Star seems to have slipped behind the clouds again.

On a lonely wave washed shore

I stand and weep

how long

till the Robin sings its song

again in my despairing heart?

Its been exactly 7 long years

without colour

or magic

Gods forgotten me down here in Africa

in the sand forest

Its 3am,

I can't sleep

time creeps slowly by

I wonder again how

and why

I came to jail

and life became a pale memory

my wings are just stumps now

their fine feathers gone

like Hope

I try to summon up faith

but it’s a risky business

this propping up of one's heart

still, I must try to dream a dream

or I'll die

and then my dearest Sun

you'll never know why you waited

and I did not come.

Copyright statement:  Lyrics © 2009. Song © 2025.

© Christine Jordaan. I am the original author and creative director of each song. The music and vocals were generated using AI tools licensed under a paid subscription which grants me full ownership and commercial rights to the final tracks. While I do not claim authorship of the instrumental or vocal algorithms, I retain copyright over all lyrics and the completed works as my creative output. All rights reserved.