My heart and soul constantly scream for something that always seems, just out of my reach,
There must be some kind of satisfaction, that I can at least begin to see.
The sound of violins remind me of the screams from my heart,
No matter, No matter what, there is an emptiness, that can't possibly be filled.
Yes it's me, constantly begging forgiveness for mistakes in the past,
How, oh how, can I express the pain and hurt, I have caused and the forgiveness,
that I feel, I can never receive .
What happens when you cross, that point of no return, once loved, but
now hated, like a thief in the night.
Won't you please forgive me, for the anger, pain and mistakes I've made,
Isn't there any way to show you, I am human too?