Sung in a song so many times
A million thoughts about it
Written in a poem that perfectly rhymes
Odes to the ones they are in love with
Is it a promise for happiness?
A chance to make your dreams come true?
Or gives life only pain and sadness?
A grief that seems to kill you?
Give me a flower and the sun and a bird
If I could only have one thing of all that
Or give me darkness and bloody tears and dirt
Just make me believe the words I have read
I know what it means to have a friend
Someone who listens to you every day
But I know I have only myself in the end
When there is nothing left to say
I keep on searching for the missing part
Whatever it may be
Because my loving, still growing heart
May need more feed than it gets in me...