wondering and always

wishful thinking

in agony and pain

i see you from behind

thinking you are

much better than me

i want to confess

but this feeling kept

holding me back

it's more like a question

than a feeling

'are you sure you want to be on my side?'

Your are fit to be a queen

while I am a boy of the forest

i don't have much pride and achievements

there are many other better people than me

yet you stay by my side, all the time

Telling me not to worry