To be loved is to wish on a star , Like a wolf to the moon I cry for it with no answer , When the nights are cold I am alone , like that of a flower that has no home, I was cut from my family tree to learn on my own, And when I thought I was loved I soon found I was wrong ,for the girl I so cherished was never alone ,when I was away working the day , she was at home with another man all alone, soon I found out all the loved I had , was all a image she put in my head , and to hurt me once more with a passion of fire , she took away my son from this life to another , through time has passed by one relationship to another , Still alone and so cold I feel like a shadow, always one step behind all the others , and though I keep trying to find just one girl , to Love me for me and to be loved in return , through these words I becone for one to arrive , and let me show you a love that's no lie. . . . .