I want to believe you’re beautiful
But I can’t see you
that you are mine to hold,
but I can’t find you
Whenever I get so restless
and that’s more often lately,
I’m not always sure what I’m looking for
I know the images from what I’ve seen
but since I’ve never touched you
it’s only an unfamiliar taste of you
Will this dream ever get real
or be fully fulfilled?
Will you, one day, be within the air I breath
and within the arms I reach?