All he ever did was look for it
All he ever wanted was to find it
And at times he thought he finally got it
But then, again and again, he was hit by the truth
That he could never catch it
Like trying to hold air
It was impossible
He held out his arm time and time again
Thought this must be it
But it.. it wasn’t
They didn’t understand him
Didn’t get him
Didn’t see him
So
Love, for him
Was a wish, never to be fulfilled.