"Can I come with you?"

Secretly, I've longed to feel your face

I've longed to be in your arms.

Secretly, I'd write you letters, yet would not send them.

I would dream about you,

Think about you night and day

Will I forever remain a spectator?

A mere onlooker?

I know it's impossible,

But that just isn't good enough

I know you are just a piece of paper,

With no body,

But I believe you breathe, you walk, you see, you laugh,

Cry… yes

Anyone can cry,

Even you.

I believe you have a soul and a heart,

You exist somewhere,

Far away from here.

Could I possibly come with you?

To a place where everything can come true?

Where pigs fly and

Where lemon drops fall from the sky?

Like rain…?

Where there is no war, fear, pain or suffering?

To a land where everything is possible?

Could I?

May I?