Lost and Found?

I think I started to write this a while ago but never finished it, in fact, the grammar is wrong...but it can't just sit here as a draft. Kudos to the author :)

oh, on the nights i think of you

in the midst of the sweet scented breeze

i can feel soothing tenderness pass through me

it hurst because i know painfully well

that it will be sad when the conversationn ends

now i've detached myself from the freedom called loneliness

ah, on the nights i think of you

in the midst of the sweet scented breeze

i can feel soothing tenderness pass through me