…cause there’s an angel crying loud
Inside this world of shame and doubt
Inside your heart of hope,
a beam of hope…
I’m striving out.
All just a bunch of games of mind
yet still a whisper there, which shouts:
Come back to me! Come back…
I’ll never dream of you.
I’ll never feel your loving arm
To cover me, to cover all.
That’s lost inside its dream.
Forever loved, it seems.
I’m never yours, I’m never mine.
I’m never in.