I wanted you to save me.
But you were not strong enough to lift me up and fly with me.
And what if nobody will be?
Maybe I am too heavy - I have too many dreams.
Dreams are heavy.
I wanted to share them with you, so that we could carry them together, but you closed your heart.
We could be above the clouds, flying up to the Sun now - you could have made me lighter and I could have made you happy.
At least we wanted to be one...
Will anybody else want to be one with me ever?
Will anybody be able to lift me up?
Will anybody open the gates of his heart to let my dreams fill it with rubies, pomegranates and roses?
I am not complete on my own.
Something is missing.
Someone is missing.
And that aches.
Find me.
You were made for me, and maybe I was made for you.
You just have to believe in it.
I do.
So find me.