|Love is Rare|
Permit me to introduce myself, dear, oh dear friend,
Iím just a humble woman
Feeling like a wounded rose
A rose whose thorns have fallen
Onto the crumbling stems
Iím just a humble human
Whose yearning wish to be loved
Remains nothing but an unfulfilled dream.
A dream whose hopes have evaporated
Into the vanishing years
Iím just a humble wife
Who craves the essence of love
Who yearns to be needed again
ĎTis a dream, but only a dream
...of yesteryearís echo...
Iím just a humble mother
Iím like a gravely wounded sparrow
Whose chirping stopped
A long, long time ago
Iím just a humble person
Whose tears I cannot stop
What am I going through or why?
Iíll never comprehend.
The pain is too hard to bear
I wish itíd stop...
Iím just a humble friend,
A friend whoís never called,
Iíve lost the cord of friendships
The friendships that never were
One phone call is all I need
Who cares for me just now?
One thought of warmth and care
But the phoneís bells are bare...
Iím just a human being, living life
Whose sadness overflooded
The hopes I had for all future dreams
Are ashes scattered in the wind...
|:: Gabriella Namian