I couldn't count the days and nights,
the many hours I've spent waiting for you
hoping that maybe one day you’d be there,
sitting with me watching the sun and stars pass by.

And even though I’m still not ready to face my new reality,
I’ll always see you in the sun and stars
as they lead me with the ghost of you
reminding me of you at every corner.

Even if there is no beat to your heart,
or a breath of air in your silent lungs
I can still hear you, feel you,
even after all this time.

I've tried to convince myself that you are gone
but the ghost in my memory still haunts me
your presence will always be felt, it will
be a part of me until my own dying breath.

You’re the figure in the mist beyond my vision
but still I can see the shadows
from the light peeking out just behind you,
I reach out but I’m caught in quicksand,
sinking, sinking, sinking

But now I've shielded myself from it, the pain,
I’ve got my very own set of armor
That I’ve built and enhanced over the years
but every set of armor has its chinks.

Maybe I’m climbing a mountain
or running an endless marathon, and I’m so tired
and weary of constantly reaching and running,
trying to get myself back to you.