“Empty Hands” 

What more can you take from me? I’m just a man with empty hands. Oh, how I would give the rest of me for a special woman to understand. Time after time I have given my all; I’ve gotten back up after every fall. I’ve given but I haven’t gotten any thank-you calls.

My life is an endless empty hall.

I often ponder what I did wrong. Why did I end up a subject in a song? Where has she gone? I can’t recall. My lack of a like has taken its toll. You have no idea how much pain I endure but the creative pressure has created a fissure.

Only with her I shall find my cure.