If only in my darkest hour of despair,
A voice would echo through the air,
I’d cry, in the arms of either stranger or kin,
Baring my soul, with secrets deep within.
If only when my heart’s frail and worn,
A silent hand to hold, amidst the storm,
Then perhaps, I’d cradle that love,
With steadfast faith, forevermore.
If only, when agony cuts like a knife,
A whispered longing to my life
I’d staunch my bleeding wounds, with resolve so brave,
And cross the rain once more, to our old meeting place.
If only, as I plummet into the abyss
Lost in shadows, fading hope,
An assuring voice, to ease my strife,
I’d forsake illusions, reclaiming my life.
If only when I’m in love, that special one
Would send a solace to space,
Then perhaps I wouldn’t get lost,
Through a lifetime of yearning, my dear!