When anger burns like acid in my heart,
Hatred and disappointment for all those times you weren’t there
Come rushing back to my mind like discarded letters on a fast wind,
Hopes and dreams of love and trust
Carelessly tossed aside and forgotten in a filthy gutter:
My love, I have so many things I want to share with you, one says
And another promises to stand by his side forever…
Childish scrawls of a naïve woman
Hoping for something to last
That was never more than a little girl’s dream.

Is there a lover somewhere who can embrace the broken pieces of my soul
And love me as I am?
Someone who’s breath I can feel even in my blood,
Who sets the tempo of my heart
To a steady beat, a song of who I am?
A song that is sometimes tragic, and at other times
Follows a melody of passionate longing,
And yet at other moments simply lets me laugh in discordant tones
That will never submit to a conductor’s instruction?
I don’t think there is, and yet I hope, and yet I dream.