Running out of Time

I can feel your warm heart beat inside this heart of mine;
Forever the wanderer in search of me, beside you all the time.

I can hear your voice say prayers for both you and I,
Can feel your sad rememberance whenever I feel you cry.

I can see your new life where you are an empty shell;
Lost in this false illusion of faking all is well.

I can touch you in my dreams, you can touch me in yours,
Our fate of an eternity of wordly seperation, no more.

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