Few are the souls making me feel good.
What would have I done, if I could?
Will someone come and join me?
Drag away my loneliness and anxiety?
Will anyone be waiting for me?
For my company and myself being me?
All I wait for is the one,
With a pure heart and just like the sun.
The sun which shines our head over,
Just like a true man wrapping me in a cover.
One like that shining yellow,
Not of gold, but surely not below.
The one waiting and praying for me,
The one in my dreams and legacy.
All I starve for is the feeling of a day,
As the dark is in a long play.
I wish for the one, reaching my heart’s way,
Just the one, taking my heart away…