Some people live their lives and others just survive Some people live on love and others live on lies You always had a way of saying things in rhyme Like find someone to love whose love is worth the climb In your drawer I found a poem that you kept One I wrote back when my arms were where you slept Though I have changed some lines, the meaning's still the same Though you're far away, so much of you remains Wide awake, I dream you Out of sight, I see you Without sound, I call you Out of touch, I feel you Without words, I write you Out of reach, I hold you Out of mind, I thank you Without tears, I cry you Out of hearts, I sing you Without heart, I breathe you Out of faith, I pray you Without me, I need you In our time, I've loved you Out of love, I've hurt you Without pride, I implore you Out of hope, I wait for you