How many tears will I have to cry?
How often will I wonder why?
How much heartache will I feel?
How often will I wish him to be real?
How long will it take,
Until I break?
How much am I able to survive?
How much time will it take of my life?
How many obstacles will we have to overcome?
How often will I have to run?
How long will I have to fight?
How often will I wonder if this is right?
How much bitterness will gnaw on my heart?
How long will it take until I find my other part?
How many lonely nights in my bed,
Until I’m finally going mad?
How many years will I have to wait,
Until I meet him at the gate?
How often will I yield to despair?
How long will we dare to care?
How much solitude are we able to accept,
Until we amortize our debt?
How often will I be worried sick?
How often will this situation get on my wick?
Could this list go on?
All those questions,
It’s obvious why.
There’s one question I can answer for sure:
How long will I be able to endure,
This vain endeavour?
As long as our love seems to be true and pure,
As long as our hearts seem to feel real,
That’s the deal!
© Virginia Stone