When my heart wants to rest,
When nothing my heart needs but warmth
Or when my mind sorrow sinks,
Who will be there?
When in roads alone I walk,
When caught in an island wide
Or when my soul desolation drowns,
Who will be there?
If yearn for sunnup I dismay,
If black tears in darkness I cry
Or if lives my heart with same that took my life,
Who will be there?
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