“Is there something wrong, kid? You are so alone.”
You open my mouth,
He keeps playing on his phone.
“Is there something wrong, friend? You seem so shy.”
Turn to the voice,
But her face is towards the sky.
“Is there something wrong, sister? You seem so far. “
You can’t tell him,
He’s too busy counting the stars.
“Is there something wrong, mein Schatz? You’re giving the world the evil eye.”
Turn to him, with tears in your eyes.
Run into his arms, ready to cry.
“What’s wrong dear love? What makes my queen cry?”
Sadness and sorrow takes your words – nothing now to speak.
You just want to say – you only needed someone to listen to your “why”.
