Nightingale

It's morning again.
I wish all the emptiness would end and my friend would return.
Though I know that you're still alive, I'm scared, I'm almost paralyzed
Of the emotions that's growing inside. And something is missing.
And when I take a look around me, it's like I see you everywhere,
Anywhere.
So long, still I wonder why. So long, and my river runs dry,