I miss thee.
Like a prisoner yearns to flee
I yearn for thee.
If Antarctica’s only wish is a tree
Then mine is for thee.
If the accused’s only wish is another plea
Then mine is for thee
Days go by like the winter’s wind
Nights remind me of what you said was a fling.
Your fading memories remind me of my beating heart
If True Love’s only wish is trust
Then mine is for us
Bless my sight with your smile
Grace my senses with your smell
That my heart may return from whence it fell.