Distant Hearts

It’s been a while, I hate to admit It’s been a while, three or five? The distance suffocates the breath out of it What makes it worse is the struggle to survive Holding on against all the storms Holding on in spite of all the thorns The lifeline slowly ebbed away as the horizon darkens The universe scorns our attempts Its illusive helping hand becomes An element of our fake reality We regretfully question our own morality Then a light seeps defiantly Evades the illusion gradually For eternity, we are fighting the doubt Finally the light defies fading out There’s my savior ...