I want you to come,
Come to me just at once.

I am in the turmoil of strife,
Going into the furs of earth.
Seeking you to hold my hand,
Lifting me to the plain.

It’s not the scene I wanted,
The picture is the contrary one.
Loosing every pinch of dream,
Standing at the nadir in groan.

I want you to come,
Come to me just at once.

Eyes are afraid to sleep,
Pale with nightmare’s lie.
Voice is wrinkling with skin,
Rage is often far to neigh.

The tune once I heard,
Became a discord of cacophony.
The heart is soaring high and higher,
And coming down in despondence.

I want you to come,
Come to me just at once.

Hands are rising in prayer,
Always in wake and sleep.
Soul’s ache is felt in body,
Life is moving from life itself.

Arrival of the bliss is at aim,
Arrival of light is the urge.
I beseech you to look upon
This futile one to enliven.

I want you to come,
Come to me just at once.