For every voice that has ever been heard,

Many more go alone in the darkness.

Amid a thousand souls asking for their turn...

Is my word...

She means the world to me.

Beautiful, smart, and still so happy.

Perfect mind, perfect soul.

Though on my life,

She takes her toll.

My mind drifts to her still...

How she lives, she sees,

And how at times, Cupid and his arrows can kill...

Her love is given and well recieved,

Some other young man...

Causes her mind to breathe...

Never will she be mine,

This I know for sure.

Not once will our paths entwine...

When living costs all my will.

And pain is all life is...

My only wish, my one desire,

Is that loves arrows, wouldn't kill...