sometimes we find love in our despair

we reach for the light in our darkness

we seek out that one who will care

so they can soften our heart consumed by hardness

but sometimes we dont find compassion 

we search until our eyes become weary

we look for a soul with wich to share our passion

but all we find is regret that causes our eyes to become teary

sometimes we crawl upon the ashes alone

we continue to live but not thrive

we just want a call to appear on the phone

if this keeps up me may nolonger be able to indure and survive