Too many

Too many things are wrong
Dreams woven, doomed to die
Why am I meant to be strong?
I no longer can hold my cry.

Too many times it failed,
everything failed but life still remains
The inner prison nailed,
nailed with dark and hopeless chains.

Too many stars had fallen
I couldn't reach just a single one
My very soul is crestfallen
And my dear love is already gone

Too many men I wished to touch
I couldn't get just a single one
A coloured illusion is not much
But in my heart is only you and none.

Too many silly dreams I've dreamed
But you, my dear, are the silliest of all
I saw you and my fate was sealed
Now I'm praying that you hear my call.