Every man dies
but not every man lives
A man sooner or later discovers
that he
is the master-gardener oh his soul
the director of his life
A man who dares to waste
an hour of his life
has not discovered
the value
of **life.

I may not be able
to hold you
to touch you
to kiss you
to see you face to face
but distance
what is distance
**I love you just the same

Now don't shed a tear
For shall I'll always be here  
Forget not the past
For shall maybe you'll see
Just what was inside me

For these thoughts I could not handle
For these people I could not see
They destroyed me