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What we desire
Isn’t always what we acquire
So I go to sleep with a broken spirit
And wait for someone to come and fix it.

But no one comes my way
While everything turns to grey
And I am left in this darkness
Left with all this madness

I’ve lost my ability to cope,
But never my hope
For my faith is on fire
Because the one thing I desire

Has come to meet me in this madness
And take away my sadness

I cannot see any errors of English (except, if I’m being fussy, the apparently slightly arbitrary use of punctuation).