My love, a world away in pain I cannot see, cannot stop, or heal. Lonely in a stranger’s home you try to make your own, in a world so different from your own, with no one around you can call home. If it were up to me, I’d be by your side; a bird on your shoulder chirping in your ear, a worm in your pocket so I’d always be near, If it were up to me, you would not be alone. My love, a world away in pain I cannot ease.