I see the hope that brings me here.
The story that gives love its wings.
My heart feels the things that no one could ever see.
I think I might cry the tears that gives me joy.
The sorrow that I have when you cross my mind.
Makes me wonder are my feet planted on the ground, or is this sky?
Am I buried in the sea, but somehow, I am breathing without you next to me?
I have all the hope that you will make it.
For me there is none.
I have failed so much that the heart aches no more.
The sent of you climbing to the top, only make me realize that I am at the bottom of the rock.
I cannot be the one next to you.
I can barely stand with the wind of the trees.
When I bow my head, it is not for grace.
The shame of being without is one that you should not see.
I must let you climb so that I can walk this lonely road.