At work.
I think of you.
At home.
I look at you.
At church.
I pray for you.

You're the energy that moves through me.
A source of force that pushes me to succeed.
Maybe, it were the intervention of God that motivates me.
When before I met you.
I didn't care about a single thing.

Home.
Work.
Church.
I think of you.

These are the places that I see you the most.
But rather I did or did't see you there.
Least know, I constantly care.

At any place that I might be.
The thought of you is in the heart of me.