Empty days and sleepless nights,
as here I be, with not she.
One loving, though not loved back,
and the pain gives me a heart attack.
Lonely days and empty life,
with no she, nowhere in sight,
me needing her, but not she me,
wanting, wishing, fishing.
dreaming screaming, waiting.
And at the end of my road,
will this hand still be empty,
is that this cruel world's
only fate for me?
Lament, torment mournfully,
dolefully, remorsefully alone.
There was a time,
I thought I could see,
the safe harbor found,
lost in everlasting love.
So, where is love that lasts?
I really want to see.
Will love once again
find me, please find me.
Here I stand, arms open wide,
with nothing to hide,
but my pain,
in this empty place
where love once lived
and thrived and grew.
