Zarhgon

Foreign girl

The clock strikes 4 once more

And how I wish it was \'PM\',

But as with yesterday

I\'ve let night become morn\' again.

 

I guess it\'s \'tired\' for me,

My sleep\'s tomorrow\'s problem, now.

My chair reclines slowly,

I lean back and I wonder how

 

I\'ve lost the time so soon.

Where did all of my seconds go?

Why did the minutes run?

When did the hours stop running slow?

 

Was it when I sat down

And cried and cried because you\'re far?

Was it the moment I

Realised my life is so bizarre?

 

Did it occur when I

Thought long and hard on how I could

Tell you I love you, dear,

But found myself stuck where I stood?

 

How do I show you that

You\'re everything I\'ll ever need

When I can\'t just reach out,

Grab your hand, and then take the lead?

 

What\'s the best way to say

I fear the miles will tear us down

When all I hear is waves,

An ocean blue, in which I drown?

 

But not in water, no,

My lungs fill up with bitterness,

At the hand life has dealt

Our gap in space, I must confess,

 

Has left me losing hope.

Has left me thinking I\'m not strong

Enough to carry us

Please convince me that I am wrong.

 

Please tell me I\'m a fool,

That we can conquer distances.

Please break down my despair,

Crash down through my resistances.

 

The time seems far too fast,

When all I do is worry sick,

About us, you and I,

Makes racing of the tock and tick.

 

But darkness wanes to light,

Even the dawn starts to unfurl.

I\'ll just say what I can:

I love you, my sweet foreign girl.