Missing you is like a little devil
on my shoulder that tells me:
‘Look, your eyes can’t see him.
He isn’t there, he isn’t there!
Your pen can’t reach him
Your words die a silent death’
While the angel on my other shoulder
‘Look with the eyes of your heart
He is there, always
You cannot miss
what fills you up inside
True love cannot be separated
Not by a devil,
not by physical eyes
You don’t need your pen to reach him
As love connects purer and truer