I know not of where you have been for I have not heard the keys move,
Perhaps you are lost in thoughts that have led you into the wrong grove.
There must be a reason why your heart has not awaken from your sleep,
And I am short of wisdom to recognize the troubles that are unfairly deep.
If by choice you allow my ears to here your whereabouts of your movements,
So that I will not unjustly worry if you have ideas that bring so much torments.
I shall remain glued to this screen until the wind blows your silents walk,
And my mind will not be put at ease until you return to make the keys talk.
A lighted candle sits atop my window sill hoping I can guide your eyes to see,
That there is a lighthouse to stir your ship in the right direction where I will be.
Turn and face the rays of light and let your heart be content of your path,
Maybe the darken spirit that has taken your sight will let go of your craft.
Just be aware that you have a friend that cares of your wrongly whereabouts,
And let me hear your voice with the powerful thrust from your loudly shouts.
If I must leave this domain of mine to carry you back to safety let me know,
Before it is too late to hear the whisper of your voice from the wind that blows.
Have you ever needed a friend, have you ever been that friend? Yes, the one who cares about you and motivates to carry on the burden that we carry on our backs. Well, this is to you, friend.