Some people live their life And others just survive Some people live on love And others live on lies You always had a way Of saying things in life I'd find someone to love Whose love is worth the climb In your drawer I found A poem that you kept What I wrote back When my arms were where you slept While I've changed some lines The meaning's still the same Though you're far away So much of you remains Wide awake I dream you Out of sight I see you Without sound I call you Out of touch I feel you Without words I write you Out of reach I hold you Out of mind I think you Without tears I cry you Out of verse I sing you Without life I breathe you Out of faith I pray you Without me I need you In our time I've loved you Out of love I've hurt you Without pry Implore you Out of hope Wait for you