I miss you.
When I listen to the sound of a piano softly...

I am a crying child of a crying nation,
I struggle to survive each day...

Never intruding, yet always right there,
Watching, guiding and supporting your soul...

Everything is misty and I can't hear a sound,
I seem to be floating just above the ground...

I saw you last night.
You were at home...me? outside...