I need someone near me I need someone to call I need someone to hold my hand Nd catch me wen I fall
I look out for that person D unique one in a crowd That special someone Who makes me feel like me And never let's me down
To share my sorrows n worries And to know them before I do To hold me tightly n hug me And scare all my fears away And to stop me from becoming blue.
A yearning for that someone Who will love me even more than his own Who will comfort n scold me Who will accept me the way I am And treat me like his precious gold.
When will I get tht someone Oh god plz let me know I can't continue living this life filled with sorrow n woe. With hurt n hatred filled in my heart Show me that someone who will wipe it all away. I need a person to understand me Coz I can't live like even for one more day.
When darkness descends upon the day I sit down to meditate n pray Of things most forlorn Of desires n dreams all dismissed, Of rainbows n butterflies N mundane shopping lists.
The little things of everyday life With all d sorrow n d strife Bring to mind the importance of love How it cuts through like a knife Or it brings peace n joy to a person's life.
While I lie awake here in my bed The memories of yesterday go thru my head Of things both said n done N opportunities missed Of problems which hav no solution But can be solved with a kiss.
Of misunderstandings which stem from frustration Of denial n contemplation Of hurt n sorrow But d hope of a better tomorrow.
TEARS
Try to hide d tears but dey still show When will my sadness ever go To love someone with such intensity And den to realize he does not care d same for me.
A living tragedy I hav become A life filled with deceit, misery and lies Can't speak a word but stay forever mum.
Who can stop d constant flow of tears from my eyes. Nor friend nor foe in sight In a room full of ppl, but not one to call my own. To share my fears, joy or tears I'm all alone.
A drop of an angel's tear, D warmth of a loved one near, D scent of d first rose ready to bloom, The anticipation of a to-be groom.
The crackling of chestnuts roasting, D joy in d words of a proud father boasting, D fear griping the heart of a convict to b hung, The cold taste of ice cream melting on the tongue.
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