From You

How long should I hold to the hope That I'm still in your heart? When should I concede that the best of my years were apart From you? I'd swim half an ocean to see how it feels In your arms I read into every reflection I pass for the part From you And I will look for you Till they put us both back in the ground And I will call for you Would you recognize the young boy That you kept for a day? I wonder how much regret that they kept me away From you And I will look for you Till they put us both back in the ground And I will call for you Till my throat cannot make a sound