Quiet, I look for you in the tiny spaces of my mind,
My arms reaching out before me,
Hoping that it would be you I'd find,
This darkness is scaring me,
But I force myself to see,
The fear of not finding you is greater,
I don't want to miss you by inches,
I don't want to miss you at all.

It's very quiet here,
If you made a sound,
Maybe I could hear you,
I need to hear you,
Instead of this heavy pound,
That stems from my heart,
and flows through my veins,
straight to my head.

Call out to me,
Let me hear you,
I need to hear you,
So it'll be easier for me to see,
This fear makes me weaker,
It digs so very deep into me,

"What if this darkness is so much greater?"
"What if you aren't as close as I'd hope you'd be?"