When

When will my day come?
The day I can breathe
I can find a place to call home
so I can finally leave.
When will I be free?
To spread my wings
the whole world see
and to do my own thing.
When will my heart be warm?
For someone to hold
but not to harm
and to break the cold.
When will my happiness get here?
To be with my friends
to love without fear
and to laugh with no end.
When will I stop?
Asking so much
trying to reach the top
with this pain and such
are the reasons why I ask "when".