You, much alike to the winds that keep on whispering on my cheeks;
Something I'd never be able to touch or see.
Me, much alike to the clouds in your wide blue sky;
Can you feel my love when you blow by me?
And I see you, standing there, so close to my heart.
So close,
Yet, so far.
You, much alike to the waved that splash on my rock;
Leaving and coming back, keeping your fake promises to return.
And when you're gone,
And I'm all alone;
I cry myself back to sleep, dreaming about where you've been.
Not realizing you were right here all this time.
Not realizing that,
You were standing there,
So close;
Yet, so far.