At last she waits for someone to appear.
Desparately waiting but knowing with fear.
There is not one out there for her heart to be given.
That knows her as well as she wants so she's smitten.
Not an answer to this nor a comfort that comes.
Lonely is nothing but being just one.
Lost in a place where the mist hangs so heavy.
Time seems uncertain and this place is a levy.
Where burdens stay captured awaiting release.
