If only there was such a way,
For him to know my heart
How desperately my weary soul longs
For us to never be apart
But the most unbearable of heartaches,
And the endless flood of tears,
My agonizing desire for him,
Spills over in my prayers
I'm quite fatigued of my aching soul,
Worn of my rain-filled lullabies
I'm done with attempting to share with him life,
And I'm replacing it with my goodbyes.
Haven't I told her every possible way?
By now you'd think she'd know.
How ardently I beg that God,
Would deliver me from my woe
The suffering from all my passion for her,
As a caged young lark loves her sky
Never shall I quit my life's pursuit,
For sooner I'd choose to die.
But still it ails me, as cancer to flesh,
Of your seeing me as just a friend.
'Till you see me as I've always seen you,
This turmoil shall never find an end.

