The one

They always say that everything will turn out right or what is supposed to be correct.
I am waiting until my life turns out to be perfect.
As perfect as they promised me it will become.
That a saviour will arise. But Who? What for? And where from?
The one that is supposed to save me,
The one that is supposed to act so heroically.
The one who will get my hopes up and my sight set for the times ahead.
She will teach me not to hide away, but to stand up instead.
She will be the who tells me not to wait for the sun that must start shining.
She will be the one who takes off my binding.
She will teach me how to handle the pain.
She will teach me what it is like to dance in the rain.
She will bring my smile back, the smile I lost a long time ago.
I know she will, but it will be a tough job though.
Many tried and failed, but if she can’t.
Then my life solution is one I will never understand.
I am still waiting for my happy ending.
Until then, I will keep happily pretending.