At the dawn of day

At the dawn of day,
I dream to go away,
Hoping I could fly,
Grieving not to cry.

Still tears streaming down,
Loneliness gripping in,
Staring at the walls in the dark,
Wondering why dreams don't last.

Riches I do not wish for,
Nor fame no more,
Just one to love,
And to be loved.

When will you come along,
And hold my hand all life long,
Whether through the storm of ignorance,
Or in the depths of solitude,

For as long as - whichever is longer - 

FOREVER OR ETERNITY