Hoping for just someone to say
Come and sit with me please
And not mean it as a tease
One of these days it will come
Someday I'll feel the touch of one
A light brushing over my hand
A loving touch planned
I look at the happiness around me
And resent the joy I see
Why is it kept from my life
Cutting deep and cold like a knife
My heart is spilled each time
I think of the fate that is mine
