When I close my eyes to sleep at night,
I see you lying there,
alone in bed so far away,
it just doesn't seem quite fair.
If wishes worked like magic,
that's not what I would see.
For you would be much closer,
lying next to me.
Your head would be upon my chest,
your leg draped over mine.
Softly, you'd be sleeping,
and life would be just fine.
And as I drifted off to sleep,
your arms would hold me tight.
Together we would dream the truth,
of this and every night.
That this is how we're meant to be,
together, intertwined.
Just look at all the paths we took,
each other just to find.