I know you will not come, yet still I call,
And wish to walk beside you through the years;
Though well I know this dream will never fall
Into my hands, to dry these foolish tears.
Such fortune was not written in the stars,
No matter how I plead or how I pray;
We bleed against our own invisible bars,
And watch the one we long for slip away.
Damn with this fate that keeps our worlds apart,
And damn this quiet hope that won't give in
It breaks the heavy, unrelenting heart,
Yet keeps me wishing where I should have been.