The Longing

The longing is a pain
A heavy pressure on my chest
It rarely leaves
My day becomes a questTo try not to think about her
And all that she brings
Forget about her magic
All the beautiful thingsSurely there are other things to life
But I can't think of one single thing
That matters more than just to see her
Just to see herHer smile, her touch
Her smell, her laughThe longing is a friend
A way to stay close
And feel like she's here
And feel like she knowsThat when I say I would die for her
It's not just words, I really would
And to make the world a safer place for her
Well, I believe I really couldSurely there are other things to life
But I can't think of one single thing
That matters more than just to see her
To see herHer tears, her sorrow
Her faults, her doubts
I love them all