My friends are like shadows on a cloudy day.
The efforts are like the rays of a sun.
The journey always ends the very same way.
So I find myself daily surrounded by no-one.
My love returned is like shadows on a cloudy day.
No matter the goal of my heart, I always get the same.
I’ve tried, I’ve dreamed, I’ve knelt down to pray.
Having no choice but to believe I’m the one to blame.
Yet the tears are like shadows on a cloudy day.
Frustration is seeping in though, that I must admit.
My hope for a bond is buried deeper every single day.
As this solitude is starting to feel like a bottomless pit.