I sit and sigh
It is not I
Does thy believe this to be?
Or could one separate One another
Compose them to remorse
In sickness and in pain?
Yes i do.
I will survive with her and she will love
We will love.
Yet i am to be doomed to die
My worries will no longer be processed
For i am an Ill and Feeble young man
The age of 15 i sit and wonder
When is my time?
Why haven't i passed
And who will love me before i do?
Yet this ill and feeble mind has no worries, Yet
Soon to come shall be plenty of sins and lust
I will not fall in, for i am looking for "The One"
The one without an ill and feeble mind
For this one will guide me to my path and show me the light
I must wait,
Patience is virtue i am told
Yet i have waited 15 years, what have i received
A broken heart and nobody to truly love me.
No reason except I have accepted this ill and feeble mind