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Published February 24th, 2014 at 10:00 am EST/EDT
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I am insanely lucky. There are, in my life, countless wonderful, loving people, whose affection for me and general awesomeness is as depthless as the elation it creates in me. They banish the shades and shadows of my past and grant me light to find my way forward. I would not be who I am without them. I owe all of them a great deal, and I can only hope that debt can be repaid by doing what I can to continue to be worthy of their esteem, and by paying it forward to other lostlings whose hearts have long been achingly empty.

This album had to contain a song for them. Yes, this song is directed at the women in my life; there are, to be sure, many men whom I hold in such high regard. But most of the strongest influences in my life have been women—sisters, mother figures, strong, (com)passionate women, chosen family and blood relatives alike—and so it was my natural instinct to write this song for them.

I love you all.

Lost Girls
Lyrics and music by Katt McConnell

I sing of you, sister,
Of the light that you spread to my heart,
Of the wondrous warmth of your healing hands,
And the way they knead heartache apart.

I may have had some trouble finding my way to the light,
But bit by bit, you’ve shown me how,
Through needles and pins and thread late at night,
And every song to ease the pain,
Your crazy sense of humor and animated laughter,
And every dance in the rain.

I’m fortunate to have known you
And been part of the story of you.
So I sing of you now, my sister,
And the special mischief you brew.

       Somewhere, somehow, we were lost—
       Whether we strayed or were cast away.
       But somewhere, somehow, we found each other,
       And together, we’ve forged a new way,

       We’ve pointed our ship toward the fairest of weather,
       This motley crew of girls being
       Lost Girls
       Together.

I sing of you, my sister,
Of the light that you find in the dark,
Of the music in your everyday,
Of your brilliant, starlight spark.

You dare to love the joys savored by only a few,
And I exalt in the way that you love them.
With passion forever springing forth anew,
You teach me to love what I love without fear,
To delight in the learning as much as the knowing,
And to walk, though the way is unclear.

You constantly amaze me
With your loving, creative mind,
So I sing of you now, my sister,
As you knit with the ties that bind.

       Somewhere, somehow, we were lost—
       Whether we strayed or were cast away.
       But somewhere, somehow, we found each other,
       And together, we’ve forged a new way,

       We’ve pointed our ship toward the fairest of weather,
       This motley crew of girls being
       Lost Girls
       Together.

I sing of you, lady mothers,
Of the love that you give to us all,
Or the arms that offer us endless warmth
And catch us whenever we fall.

We are always inspired by your boundless strength and patience,
And you’re quick with a laugh or a smile;
Our love for you is as deep as the ages,
And we will all of us be very accomplished daughters
If we spread half as much good throughout the world
As we navigate its waters.

You teach me how to love,
And how to be loved in return.
So I sing of you now, lady mothers,
And all the lessons from you I have learned.

       Somewhere, somehow, we were lost—
       Whether we strayed or were cast away.
       But somewhere, somehow, we found each other,
       And together, we’ve forged a new way,

       We’ve pointed our ship toward the fairest of weather,
       This motley crew of girls being
       Lost Girls
       Together.

I sing of us all,
Sisters,
Mothers,
And daughters,
And however our paths may cross,
Of the stories written in scars,
Of the lessons learned from loss.

This family we comprise may not be without its flaws,
But I wouldn’t trade you for anything.
My life is woven with splendor because
I have the honor of you joining my story
And being part of the ones that you’re writing yourselves,
And of sharing the treasure and glory.

It’s a mutual miracle,
And it is no small thing that we do.
So I sing of you now, my ladies one and all,
And the adventures that we’ve been through.

       Somewhere, somehow, we were lost—
       Whether we strayed or were cast away.
       But somewhere, somehow, we found each other,
       And together, we’ve forged a new way,

       We’ve pointed our ship toward the fairest of weather,
       This motley crew of girls being
       Lost Girls
       Together.



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