To you I write, my love,
because I'm fealing so lonely
Left with and empty heart only.
Here I am wondering what will I be tomorrow
Trying to write my path of no sorrow.
I have been happy, tho' in a dream.
I have not understood and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality, which brings
To the beautifull blue sky, wide open wings
A Paradise of Hope and all our own!
Than the rush of youth, just wants an arms to call home. That I known.