My hands ache
My body's sore
I'm half a world away
My mind is here
But my heart is there with you

I hear you
I see you
A photograph in my palm
No one can tell me
That you're gone

Do you feel me?
Do you need me?
Do I even cross your mind?
I want to tell you
That I'm here for you now

Your scent in
The cool breeze
It takes me back again
To the land of
My dreams, my hopes and fears

When your heart calls
I will listen
I will come running to your side
When I wake up
I will see you here with me

--Peter Johnson, 1998