Two empty seats by the kitchen, the smell of breakfast,
the coffee *** hissing. It’s all missing.
This doesn’t feel like home, this is a tomb.
The radio says your name and it’s repeated by the news,
they’re holding you in their prayers, begging that you come home soon.

I’m losing hope each day,
we’ve never spent this long apart
and without you this house is so ******* empty,
this world is so ******* dark.

And I feel utterly helpless, not knowing where you are.
They say that home is where the heart is, so where is my ******* heart?
Where is my ******* heart?