I sit on the ground, begging for help,

Then up walks a girl, dressed up in blue,

I look at her eyes, her loving heart clear,

I see her intentions, to give without return,

Yet I turn my face away as soon as she draws near.

I beg for love, yet here I am,

Longing for more, but turning my head,

I sit on the ground, wishing for help,

A starving soul, and a closed heart.