Waiting in vain,
waiting in vain,
for someone of who I only have their name,
waiting in vain.
Waiting in the sun,
waiting in the snow,
waiting in the rain.
Waiting for a father,
waiting for a mother,
a father and a mother that I have never known,
and who have left me alone,
who left me alone in a new home,
who left me alone after they abandoned me,
and who left me to try and get my head around it,
and who left me in misery,
but life was never the same,
and here I am,
waiting seemingly in vain,
waiting at the train station for you to arrive,
waiting after spending years wanting to ask why,
after spending years of wanting to complain.
Yes, here I am at the train station,
with mixed feelings and only your name,
seemingly waiting in vain?
Seemingly waiting in vain?
Maybe, but I hope I am to be,
never abandoned ever again.
