I feel as if I've been wandering in the streets, lost.
My love is gone, my home no more.
I am homeless, I am unsettled,
drifting through life, unable to find my place in the world.
I keep waiting for him to come pick me up
as I'm sitting at the bus station.
It's been days, weeks, months, a year.
I yearn to see his smile, touch his warm hands,
to bathe in his calming presence.
Look...
He's not coming back.
He's in the other world,
Looking on as I struggle.
I got no choice but to accept it...
He wants to hold me, kiss me, comfort me,
I know it, I just know it,
but I gotta concede that
he's not coming back
and cannot return.
It's just not possible.
Nothing will change that.
But look...
Without him, I am homeless.
Once again, I find myself alone in the world,
traipsing through the perils and joys of life
with nobody at my side.
Typical.
I get tired of being alone
I'm a loner, I know
but I still want the same thing everybody has.
I look on with sorrow as others laugh, love, live.
But look...
Now is the time I must live,
to exist and to endure,
create a home,
in the world
for the Buddha inside me.
Praying under the shade in the tree,
Chanting with ants on the ground,
Flowers blooming around,
Breathing in the air,
We come and we go,
It's not the end.
I love you,
I want you,
I need you
Ya Allah,
I miss you so much,
I pray, I hope, I know
You are happy
and free
and alive
in the other world.
When it's my time to go,
I'll wait for you to pick me up
and take me home.
