Urge

With my pain,
Causing sorrows I go rolling around,
There's no loving phrase for me,
Everyone looks at me with contempt and resentment.

My heart,
Is tired, so tired of suffering,
That many times I've heard it repeat,
Some phrases that fill me with pain.

It's urgent,
Someone to cradle me in their arms,
To whom I can tell about my triumphs and failures,
Who accompanies me and takes away my suffering.

It's urgent,
To wake me up with a loving kiss,
To give back the love that has been denied to me,
Because I also have the right to live.

It's urgent,
Someone to cradle me in their arms,
To whom I can tell about my triumphs and failures,
Who accompanies me and takes away my suffering.

It's urgent,
To wake me up with a loving kiss,
To give back the love that has been denied to me,
Because I also have the right to live.