A crying soul born in the setting sun,
in search for love in a life that has begun.
Living life in eternal night,
a heart broken in a silent light.
Love stolen in dreams to come,
for not knowing that love had begun.
A heart lost in a loveless kiss,
looking for someone to miss.
Is it possible to see,
if there is even love left inside of me?
For love is dead, and pain is real,
a frozen soul with nothing to feel.
Dreaming of another day,
where love is found for warmth to stay.
Dreaming of sky’s so blue,
to see a love forever true.
Harlequin,