Wishing I lived a real love of my own,
Someone for my tired soul to embrace…
The days are fine since work occupies my time,
I feel a sting every once in a while during break,
Yet when the bells of the night begin to chime,
I start realizing the rise of the muffled heartache!
I maintain a steady facade,
And sneak out a smile every now and then,
I cry out to you: Oh GOD!
I see no reasons for this pain as far as my ken!
For as fruitful as the day may be,
And no matter what you do achieve,
When the day turns into night, you see,
The pain inside is just too much to comprehend or believe!