How can I cry when I should smile?
How can I ask for a hand when nobody's insight?
One can only think how hard it could be
to put up a front, and just let it be.
I wonder how, in cold lonely nights
can I last till dawn and still manage to laugh.
I often think how, in warm summer days
can I stand the longing of being away
from the one I treasure, I adore?
How then can I muster words of hope
when even my heart feels the fading faith?
Will tomorrow be better?
Will my faith bid it's adiue?
Or will my beaten heart clings for its last breath
and fight to start anew?
I wonder then, when the sun'll shine bright.
When even the moon'll shed me some light.
My heart longs for the warm nights
When I can lay my sleepy head by your side.