Sometimes people never leave July 4th, 2006

Games of the heart are hard to win,
Play by play, rolling the dice, hoping for sevens.
I will try to throw those losing dice one more time.
Wishing on eyelashes blown off fingertips,
Praying on stars glimmering through the night sky,
Watching the old die, and young grow old, and me just sitting here.
Waiting for my time to shine, or just disappear in nothingness,
Calmness of the wind on my face, yet the sun shines no more.
Feeling the heat of love run through my face, like lava down a mountain.
Gracious is the thoughts of serenity and peace.
For years I cannot forget what has become of me,
For years I cannot forgive what has become of me.
For years I cannot face tomorrow with smiles,
For years I walk on this endless path with no destination,
Walking doesn't sound so bad, except I am tired, and the feet are sore.
I want to run, or sit, I want love, or feel, I want to...
Grip the hand that is extended my way, the voice calls out of the darkness.
Instead of grabbing, I cover my ears, I do not want to hear her.
Yesterday was a distant memory with pain on my heart I cannot bear,
Tomorrow is that untold story that no one dares talk about.
Yet today, I feel everything from beginning of time to the end of life.
How much longer can I bear this heartache and feel no pain?
Does the sun rise tomorrow if I do not wake to see it?
Give me my solace and give me my due, I have earned and bled for it.
Show me my mercy, and grant me one last dying wish...
I wish for one more love, as great as the first, maybe even better.
Does she exist I keep asking myself as I pluck eyelashes to wish on.
I know there is another one, better than the first, and yet I cannot see.
Will my heart tell me when I have found her?  Will it?
Questions I ask of myself day in and day out, I am getting tired.
Tired of waiting, and searching, and failing miserably at my quest.
Kingdom of Love is where I need to be, I have lost my map.
Can you direct me to this place, for I am certain it exists?
Certain the love I once had has found me again, but I do not know it.
I am certain that I will love again, the kind of love I cannot put into words.
This love is the greatest that any man has ever seen.
This love will be the chain that gives life to the dead.
The rope that pulls the damned from below and gives them second chances
Do not be scared about my unique views.
I have believed for so long that I was meant to love again.
If believing has any power, then I am the most powerful man alive.
Give me strength to complete this journey, and do not do it for me,
Do it for her, the one I am searching for, she needs me.
I ask, pray, wish, and believe that you will put me next to her.
I do not know who she is, but I do know she exists, and breathes as I do.
I do know, that I am not forsaken, and I am not damned.
Do You Hear Me?  Should I turn up my volume? 
I WILL SCREAM IT THEN, MAKE MY TRUE LOVE FIND ME!