Why Was I Born?

                                  Spending these lonesome evenings

With nothing to do

But to live in dreams that I make up

All by myself



Dreaming that you're beside me

I picture the prettiest stories

Only to wake up

All by myself



What is the good of me by myself?



Why was I born

Why am I living

What do I get

What am I giving



Why do I want a thing

I daren't hope for

What can I hope for

I wish I knew



Why do I try

To draw you near me

Why do I do I cry

You never hear me



I'm a poor fool

But what can I do

Why was I born

To love you



I'm a poor fool

But what can I do

Why was I born

To love you