With my arms wide I welcomed love,
A kind that splashed conditions, blame, and complaints all over me.
And now I feel drenched in it,
My arms are still wide open but now a little drained.
My skin now burns,
With what they call soothing sunlight;
Timidly love sits there in the corner looking at me,
Weighing all the wrongs and the rights.
My arms don’t look out anymore,
‘Cuz there is nothing else they wish to see;
Darkness is drawn to every corner that I move,
Or I’m drawn to it maybe.
My arms are wide and will always be,
To hold the love that I longed for;
Waiting for it to emerge from its deepest depths,
And come to me as I patiently wait for it on the shore!