Gifted boy, ever giving man.
You give and you give, hoping that it'll bring her back.
She, no longer the same, accepts and accepts, but still she ran.
Wandering, lost, looking for his north star
to lead him back home where he will no longer feel far
far from the ache , the loneliness, absence of love.
Little does he know, love is anything but a dove.
He persists and he struggles, ignoring what's within.
The call to something greater, another 'she' he can win.
The other 'she' waiting patiently for the lost, wandering boy
Waiting and waiting for her life-long joy
hoping and wishing that she is his all.
His everything, but his toy.