The “Keystone State” is where I live,
The “Prairie State” is where I‘d go and have anything to give,
You, my love are 500 miles away,
My heart is with you, and there it must stay.

I have a plan to get my heart back along with you someday,
Although the days will pass by while I say “This distance makes my heart
decay”,
I have great patients in waiting until the end of time,
But waiting so long might cause me to commit a crime.

This treachery might be quite small,
It might be so much as a little brawl,
Or a bigger task might come to hand,
Like killing someone on my demand.

These are just some things I might do while waiting,
These crimes will be because of my broken heart debating,
People telling me it is not worth a damn thing,
But they don’t understand my feelings stirring.

Being so far away with some hope in the future,
It is slowly fading along with love and some absent features,
A dark tunnel is now in front of me,
There is light at the end and I am stuck in the middle trying to see.

If you care to come and find me taking me by the hand,
We can step back in time to when I was a happier woman,
But for now I am stuck in the middle walking slowly towards the light,
To my death and entry into no where of my retched life brought on by pain
and fright.

 
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