There is

Every day I drift further Further from you on The sea of memory.

Between the stacks I heard your quiet sigh.

Between the stacks I heard your quiet sigh.

I have no way with you I have no way without you

Happiness, where have you gone? To what land have you taken wing?

Tenuous grasp though It may seem,

The dust motes drift languidly Like they have nowhere to be.

The miracle in small moments

Right now I lay here in the

Tenuous grasp though It may seem,