When will it be my turn to love?
When the tears are of joy...

I sit here minding my time,
and I feel a tickle under my toe...

Its an event I took for granted for sure,
Not knowing what it would be like to coddle one so...

I'd give you the world if I had it.
All the treasures and dreams untold...

Its what yesterday looks toward.
What our past can afford...

I see you're there and long for your kiss,
Reminice on the feeling of guilded bliss...

When you're dealt a hand you've never had,
Don't think its the worst, it may not seem so bad...

You're what I crave when I wake up each day.
I imagine our love and picture you holding me...

For you it breaks,
The pieces that you take...

Alone is fear and trembling.
Alone is tears and heartache...

With a tender hand,
Or a sweet kiss...

So many ways to talk to you,
But none of which I'm privey to...