Impossible Hope
Impossible Hope
In the darkest hour, what cruel question is this?
Our beloved turned strangers, what heartache is this?
There are a lot of desires, but who's the sympathizer to me?
With many around, to whom shall I reveal the pain in the depths of my heart?
Those who are closer to my heart, are yet a stranger within.
Aren't they sometimes the most distant in understanding the depths?
In this fleeting life, what's with these distances all of a sudden?
Will there ever be someone truly my own, or is it an impossible hope?