Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day. You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. And then one day, you find ten years have got behind you. Every year is getting shorter. And you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking. Day after day. Year after year. And I wait for you to come back. Waiting for your kiss. This must be love.
Until I hear: You are young, and life is long!
And I say: Can you help me?
And again I hear: Yes. Do you think you can tell?
I said: I don't know.
And I could hear again: Don't tell me there's no hope at all
The time has gone, the song is over. The same old fears. Half a page of scribbled lines. Thought I'd something more to say. How I wish you were here. To hear the softly spoken magic spells. I can't wait to see you again. I need you by my side to tell me it's all right. This must be love.
Then know that I still have hope.