The day finally draws
Too close
It's tomorrow
People putting on their best armor
Ready for the battle
While I,
Face it
Without weapons
To protect
Fervently praying
Hoping those bullets
Won't pierce through me

afraid of losing
my touch
so as many know
or may know
over the million of miles that separate us
I am
afraid of losing my touch to you.
Maybe not exactly to you
but losing that touch
to something I've never known.
afraid.