where you are needed ...

he sits in his garden
right next to the dead tree
some garbage thrown all around
picks up his guitar ...

he's real
...

the taste of her lips
still on his

her touch

her scent
he remembers it very well

his mind circles around her

he breathes her
inside his deepest soul

...

come home,

where you are queen

over oceans and
territories

you reign

no one could ever cause you pain

come here

come home

come to my planet.

(i need you here...)