There is motion, but no life.

There's a rainbow, but no colour.

But on the threshold of a new future,

Here I stand - waiting, wanting.

Here is all I desired, envied.

Here's something they all want.

But with a handful of dreams,

Here I stand - waiting, wanting.

What is there to life but You?

Who am I but Your shadow?

As your image flashes before me,

Here I stand - waiting, wanting.