Everytime

To be an adult is to be alone - Jean Rostand.

 Every time I want you near

 I then get nothing; But Only a tear

 And a sigh which only says

 Why with you I can’t be there?

 Forlorn love, Forlorn odyssey

 Is it that life

You promised to me ?

Answer my heart ; Which now only asks

Why with you I can’t be there?

In your hope now

My months are turning in to years

And before i breathe last

O tell me dear; That; Why with you I can’t be there?