You mean the world to me
And I'm witnessing it falldown
right in front of me

I'm trying to reach out
but you're so far away,
beyond the things I could control

Is it really too late?
or is it just my mind
illusioning the non-existing distance

Hold my hand, or
show me a sign
tell me that it's not so late
to safeguard what was mine
from the beginning,
and will remain so
till death