Searching

I was a lovely hunter
With just fingers and a palm
I'd hunt a dust through a gentle breeze
And grab it with the point and thumb
I raised a dust, started the search
The more I tried the harder it became
But when I sat down, it fell into my hand

I was a lonely hunter
Bow and arrow on my back
I couldn't see, had to count on my heart
Then I knew I would find the one
I tried the best I could
But got lost in the woods
Searched all night, but couldn't see
But now that I can see
My man will come to me