Your breath I feel on my back in this small confined space
Our thoughts seem to be together
Our broken hearts seem to be as one
And we are still waiting for the first word that could bring a small glimpse of hope
That would fill our souls with light
Time is a perfect healer but no one asks for healing
Always separated, never reconciled
Our voices so dead, our eyes so blind
Where the cold blood flows, beauty dies slowly
We share the same pain
Days turn into suffering