At times in life, when I stop distressed,
To find my wounds, lying undressed;
And pain is all that I can feel,
With no one around, to get me to heal.
At times in life, when I do tire,
Whose company do I admire?
I search in vain, for a lap to lie,
If not that, just a shoulder to cry.
At times in life, whom do I blame?
When fate plays a nasty game.
Best friends turn bitter foes,
And leave behind a string of throes.
At times in life, when everything's good,
I'm enjoying good wine and delicious food.
Just when I have, forgotten to cry,
With whom do I share this ample joy?
At times in life, when I'm trudging along,
With no one to whom I can belong;
I need nothing, but love that's true,
This is why I am, in search of you!