If I could catch the falling moon

It would not be for you

If I could flit across the waves

It would not be for you

If I could cry a silver lake

It would not be for you

If I could speak in a thousand tongues

I would not speak to you

If my flowing voice could save your life

I would not sing for you

If the light of life left you cold and empty

I would not cry for you

But none of this should sadden you or me or all the world

For just as I would not aid you

So you will never heal me

And what is to become of us

-Lost in Translation