When will this nightmare be over? When are you coming home?
When will my daily prayer to reunite happen out of the dome?
When will you come back taking me to where there is no harm?
Lost in the sparkle of your eyes, wrapped inside your arms.
When will time stand still for me to catch up where you are?
From where I am standing right now the path to us is so far.
When will I wake up and see you lying beside me once again?
Missing more than you'll ever know, you are the best of men.
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