I wish I could express myself and sing a beautiful song,
I want to sing to say out loud the words I feel in my soul
But yet alas no more may come and ‘stead I’ll be empty inside.
Yearning for more, wanting what’s there but grasping only at straws.
Like sand held tightly in a hand
The harder I try the quicker it stops
It disappears and wont come near
The heart that wants to be dear.