I lie here, still, with just a wall between
That sick strange darkness haunting all your dreams
And my small world of candlelight and prayers.
I wish you'd let me help. I'd die for you.
Much good would that do. Life's the question here,
My breath as I refuse to let hope die,
Your life as you refuse to live with hope.
And so you live without it. That for me,
That would be death. I cannot understand;
And still, I understand. Don't ask me how.
But somehow, when that darkness near your heart
Dares threaten once again to touch your soul,
Know I am lying just a wall away.
Know that I pray for those who cannot pray.