Today, the heart aches, and you return, a phantom's embrace.
Lost in a crowd, where can I find a familiar face?
Awake, yet not, this unrest that claws within my soul,
The days are the same, the nights the same, breath escapes control.
Evenings now linger, refusing to fade, your presence withdrawn.
If only your shadow remained, and distance was not born.
Awake, yet not, this unrest that claws within my soul,
The days are the same, the nights the same, breath escapes control.
If God should appear, I know with unwavering light,
We would laugh, and tears would cease, banished by pure delight.
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