They say love will find you but over the years I have not been found.
They say love will heal you but I have not been bound.
They say love will remunerate you but I have not been crowned.
The only thing I have is the river of tears in the palm of my hand.
The only thing I hear is the buzzing of bees, oh they ache of my dreadful sound.
Scuffling and tossing I lay my head down.
I reminisce of a day when my heart will be sound.
When the buzzing of my aching heart will finally be put down.
for the meantime, I will lay here awake on this ground.
Waiting for my Ella to find me unbound.
I will have this piece of paradise called love, i will be abound.
