Both time and distance can separate
For who can cross an hour?
Any distance can be crossed
But we are caught in the flow of time
The heart wants to cross the hours
There are so many dreams to chase
Can one be homesick for a lost moment?
The heart says that home is both time and place
Yet time is a cruel river
Taunting as I stand looking across
Knowing that there is not a mile to cross
Yet when I arrive it will be too late
Time leaves the heart helpless
Some things are beyond control