I want to stand by her side,
to catch her when she falls.
I want to be there, good or bad,
to carry her through it all.
I want to wipe her tears away,
and hold her hand so tight.
I want to keep her close and warm,
to hold her in my arms tonight.
Still it matters not what I desire,
for fate is cruel and so unkind.
Born so very far apart,
a punishment fit for no crime.
She carries on her life out there,
somewhere in this lonely world.
I stand alone in these dark times,
thinking of this forlorn girl.
I want to softly stroke her cheek,
to take her pain away.
I want to help her to her feet,
and tell her she will be okay.
I want to gently touch her lips,
and brush the hair from her eyes.
I want to promise her the world,
and give her wings to fly.
Instead I’m met with these dark halls,
with no end or exit in sight.
No means of escape, nowhere to go,
I cannot run, nor hide.
She searches for someone to love,
and claims to know what love is.
I stand alone in these dark times,
having only my heart left to give.
I want her to hold her head up high,
to take life by its very horns.
I want her to bite the hand that feeds,
instead of feeling so forlorn.
I want her to realize she’s not alone,
even if I cannot be there in the flesh.
That I would give my heart and soul,
to share with her a single breath.
I want to see her smile,
because it is happiness she seeks.
I want to lie beneath the stars,
with her beside of me.
I don’t know what love is,
but for her, I think I’d try.
It’s a feeling I may never know,
for she’s not in my life.
Fate is so cruel and unkind,
and for that reason I stand alone.
Until I find my way to her,
in the darkness I shall roam.