Why does my heart feel so alone?
Why can’t I find a trace?
I feel my blood fall through my bones,
And leave this lonely place.
Moving forward without fear,
We move with pace and speed.
My eyes are open! It is so clear;
We follow as we lead.
Will our paths cross another day,
Or are we left to set?
Whether we know before we’re grey,
Or in youth, we’ll still regret.
My mind cannot be won over.
Never leave me; my four-leaf-clover