When is iT My Turn For Love?

When is it my turn for love?

The road has been lonely,
And full of stubble it is.
Though I can carry on,
Yet the only footprints I see are my own.

The nights have been cold,
And filled with tears they are.
Though I will sing it through,
Yet the only voice I hear are my own.

So, when is it my turn for love?
When can I be accepted for who I am?
Oh, when will I be hugged,
Till I breakdown and cry?
When is it my turn to be loved?

Oh, I dreamed of love,
Of warmth, joy and happiness,
To hold and be held,
Till I am filled - Oh my heart yearns to beat with another.

So, when is it my turn for love?
When can I be accepted for who I am?
Oh, when will I be hugged,
Till I breakdown and cry?
When is it my turn to be loved?