Why can't you be younger?
Why can't you be here?
Will I ever find love?
Will I just disappear?
I walk this earth alone.
Shoes untied,
Only God by my side.
I require company, however,
Company with a voice.
Company with love,
Company with a choice.
A choice that is me -
Made by he (Not she - not for me)
I want someone to hug,
To kiss,
And with whom to be.
Is it so much of me
To ask for this love?
Am I selfish and fowl?
Should I return to the dust?
No, that is silly.
For surely there must be
Much more to this Earth
That can set me free
