Where to be, am I?
Here? No.
There? Maybe.
Stuck in a lullaby.

Am I, to be where
I am? No.
You are? Maybe.
A never ending scare.

Are we, to be?
Friends? No.
Family? Maybe.
Everything you are to me.

In a far off distant place,
I see me with thee
Setting atop a hill
Edged with a single tree

We hold hands looking
Not into our eyes we glare
But off into the distance
At forever, we do stare.

It takes us from this earth
Together, I did infer
And yet I was in one hand
And you, in the other.