No one to hold,
No one to cry on.
In this life, I want someone to hold on to,
A hand to grip when mine is at stake.

Wishing to get a glimpse of the future,
For the life I want doesn't always go as planned.
A warmth of one's embrace is what I seek,
For the coldness of this world is making me numb.

The clouds in the skies are what I am:
Blue, white, and bright, yet at times gray and dark.
The rain pours nonstop like my tears,
Light yet it feels heavy.

In between the lines of needing and wanting to be held,
Close to grasp the reality of being alone.
Yet still hoping for my story to unfold,
That in this life I am not meant to be alone.