If I Were a Silent Wing -Who Will Love Me?

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If I had wings,
I would become a lonely soul chasing the horizon,
flying beyond these endless skies,
searching for a place where someone waits with loving eyes.

I would build a little home of palm leaves,
a shelter of peace, a corner of my own,
a quiet anchor in this restless world,
far away from the loneliness I have known.

I would carry my heart through every storm,
a locked chest hiding my sorrow inside,
hoping someday someone would whisper,
“Stay with me… don’t fly away.”

I have crossed so many seasons alone,
a silent shadow watching the world move on.
Many faces surround me,
yet no hand has reached for mine,
no voice has ever said,
“You belong here… you are not alone.”

Will someone hide my tears in the warmth of their embrace?
Will someone protect the dreams I buried in a secret place?
Will someone hold my hand when my journey is through,
or will I leave this world with no one to remember me too?

When my final breath disappears,
when darkness arrives at the end of my day,
who will close my eyes with love,
who will cry when I fade away?

Who will carry my memories
through the endless rain of time?
Who will say my name softly,
as if this lonely heart was once divine?

I wander and search for a soul to stay,
not only for moments of love,
but until my final day.

Because the deepest comfort and deepest pain of life
is knowing there is someone who remembers your name.

Even a lonely heart dreams
of a sanctuary to rest,
a spark of love, a breath of warmth,
and someone who finally says—

“You are home.”

Yet I still wander…
still searching through the silence,
asking the question that lives inside me:

Who will stand beside me when death arrives,
to cover my silent tears,
after the warmth of forgotten whispers fades away?

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