Looking Toward Time

If I had somewhere to go,
I would never come home again.

There's this dream I have,
where almost daily I draw in my mind
a small house I'll build, my own;
where breathing won't hurt anymore.

How long does it take to mend everything?
How long will it take
to catch that beckoning light?
How much longer before I feel...
I am alive?

Someone to spend this life with—
I have no one like that.
I have nothing holding me back,
no strength left to love anyone.

Time is a spirited horse,
racing on and on with relentless speed...
I stare fixedly at the time
on the watch my beloved gave me—
if only I could see them one last time!