When I imagine you’re here, could that be for real?
When the lights are off and the audience is gone,
When I got no place to hide, and I just want you close by,
Will you be here?
When I’m down to my knees and have nowhere to go,
When tears are covered in pain and I feel so alone,
When I just need some advice, searching for you,
Could you be here, with me?
When I’m standing out there and go where I want,
When tears covered in joy, amongst wonderful people,
When I’m in a crowded room, filled with love,
Then, will you be here?
I close my eyes, ‘cuz only then I can see you.
And I’m imagining you in front of me.
But are you?
Will you be here, ever again?
~ For my mom, *1951 / +2012 ~
© Eveline – Januari 2014