I cannot love where love is never given,
I cannot call where I am not expected.
I cannot dream when faith in miracles is missing,
Nor walk the path when snow has left it hidden.
I long to forget, to erase every trace,
And let the days drift by, an empty chase.
Be it Saturday or Tuesday — I no longer care,
What difference now, when you are not there?
No spring for me, nor magic of first sight,
No guiding star, no radiant love’s delight.
How sad to fade on such a wondrous night,
I yearn to love — yet cannot rise, take flight.
I cannot love where love is never given,
I cannot call where I am not expected.
I cannot dream when faith in miracles is missing,
Nor walk the path when snow has left it hidden.
