As I lay my head on its dreamy pillow,

memories of your heart

flood my sleepy soul.

Not even the lonely moon

understands how I feel.

If I sold my sight,

would God give you back?

If I loved the loveless,

would God give you back?

If I gave up the pleasures of this empty world,

would God give you back?

If I took up a little less air,

would God give you back?

If only He would return you to my broken life

just for a second

to feel your breath against my cheek

your heart touching mine.

No, you’re gone and

my soul cries for you.