Do we come to this world out of our will?
Do we depart from here out of our will?
They why does sadness runs in my blood,
Why do I have to turn to the doctor's pills?
I have been always alone but loved by some,
Which, in no way, lessens my gloom,
It is loneliness which has fallen in love,
With me, and spares me no room:
To laugh and cajole or to sing and dance,
Loneliness always robs me of my joys,
And I cannot sing except its tune.
O my Maker, You are my God,
I long to see you but just cannot,
I love when I am with you only,
Because that's when I am not lonely.
Your creation certifies your presence,
But I want to see you in Your resplendance.