I have been longing, far to far been longing.
Always the same, never different
the darkness I spend tasting
feeling, grasping
thinking, wondering
of what
i am
feeling
its hard too hard to shout
to someone who doesn't hear
who doesn't give a thought
its hard too hard to give
to someone who doesn't receive
hallow is the word that adores it
though shallow it better describes the fret
of the wallows and gallows of the weary
that makes it beat and dreary
have you ever been neglected?
unloved?
forgotten?
surrendered?
surely, oh surely you must've
for this is a beautiful, cruel world
no, this is a beautiful world
this is a world
this world
a world
where we are free
free
free to be hurt
to love
to hurt
and to hurt once more
but love
is whats missing
in this world
a world of hatred
and suffering
but love
love
is still missing
and missing
so it stays,
shall it stay
