you've been waiting up in vain
it's been four long years to the day
a holiday in a distant land
I know you'll come for me
softly
a tiny heart will only beat
holding
[on] to a fractured melody
breathing
an interrupted sigh of relief
believing
you will come back for me
you've been writing to keep sane
it's been four long years to the day
it didn't turn out as planned
I know you'll come back, come back to me
softly
a tiny heart will only beat
holding
[on] to a fractured melody
breathing
an interrupted sigh of relief
believing
you will come back for me
motionless
emotionless
lifeless,
a touch
a blade of grass sways
an
packed in a little cardboard box
kept on a shelf above
tied atop, a little bow
is where i keep my love
when i am cold, or all alone
sometimes i cannot help
to be filled with warm delights, before
returning to its shelf
but once, late a night
i heard a distance cry
it was my love, atop the shelf
screaming out a last goodbye
i rose with haste, and jumped the stairs
my love [i] could not ignore
but when i arrived, next to my bow
[my] empty box [lay] upon the floor
months I searched, both high and low
every soul who passed I'd plea
"please help me find my lo