Will you miss me when my soul has made it through the hills
When my breath has reached the valleys
Or my hands have touched the peaks of the mountains you so yearn for
Will you still search for that feeling
Like taking that first inhale in the forest
Will you find me?

No, you won’t

Because I know the way that thought burns, the way it does my own
I won’t see you in a few years
I won’t see you in 10
I’ll still feel you though
Like the moon to my back
With a shiver down my spine
I’ll keep you in my bones
For in another 2 years I’ll be my own again

Maybe then I’ll rid you from my heart