Far Away Poem by Maryam Tootazehi

My Pam My Loving Pam,
My soul is dead, waiting for your healling touch.
My eyes are wet, waiting for your decent smile.
My body's cold, waiting for your warm hug.
My feet are weak, waiting for you to hold me up.

Since you were gone, the stars don't shine.
Since you were gone, the days are dark.
Since you were gone, the birds don't sing.
Since you were gone, everything has changed.

My Pam My Loving Pam
Wish we could get another chance.
Wish we could ley down together, counting the stars.
Wish we could sing to the moon and laugh to the world.
Wish we could hold hand and walk to the light.

My Pam My Loving Pam....