What a test the verse may provide
I step my toes into the demise
And I am left with nothing but ache
And a taste for compromise
And God forbid the arise
Of that day you turn to me, sigh,
The day those cacao eyes may cry
And avoid the sight of mine

God, I know for what I ask is
Repetitive
It tires me yet again,
Sedative
But I ask for this man for life
To adore and
To call him mine

My tongue fails me in painting you the love that spills out of my heart
So take solace in my eyes and from their gaze never depart

The saddest thing is missing home, when you didn’t even have one

I’d reside in my friends smiles, now nothing, they’re gone.