I have yearned for things I do not have,
Like snowflakes never melting on my palm,
Flight as freeing as the morning light,
And love a lot like magic brewing to boil.
I have waited and envied for things I wish for,
They are not yet here, and I’ve been waiting,
They are not yet ripe, but I have been watching.
Like the light at the tunnel getting nearer, nearer.
Like a flower blooming after winter, hoping. wishing,
Like light filtering through choking obstacles,
We wish, we wish, for things yet to come,
It will be bright, and light, and free, like we will be.
One day my love, my light, my wish, we will meet,
Like magic slowly brewing, we will see,
The love that we’ve been missing,
The love we have yet to find.