As we complained about our lackings,
All the packages and the longings,
A lot of held backs and stoppings,
Mine is still an unanswered prayer needs answering.
The loads of burden in my soul,
Slightly shifting and loosing out of control,
Like an unanswered telephone call,
I am left on hold as I fall.
Wishes are carried away by the dune,
Whispers blown like a balloon,
Unanswered, not now nor soon,
Left behind like a footprint on the moon.
