Somewhere

Somewhere

Somewhere in the troubled night,
When you fight the lonely fight,
Will you but remember then,
I am at your side again.
As I was in other days,
When we traveled better ways.
True, I cannot touch your hand,
But I know you understand.
Love is not a thing of place,
Only standing face to face.
Love is, too, a thing of heart.
And though we’re dwelling far apart,
There is never far from here.
Here is never far from there,
To the ones who really care.
So, if you loved me, do not grieve,
Those who love, also believe.
If you need me, do but call.
I am with you, after all

Author Unknown, Found in "Out of the Valley" by Richard Elder

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