I’m waiting time
When I meet with you.
And I know this isn’t crime
What I will want to do.
I will tell you all:
About my minds and my feeling,
About big hurt in my soul
And how it is tenderly killing.
You will understand! Sure!
It will be quick on the uptake
Cause your thoughts are pure
And your eyes are a deep lake
Your lowly words will be drug
Which will keep me all
With my wounded soul
I will try one’s luck!