Stumbling over and again, I somehow begin to stand. All what I shared with you, now seems a flowing sand. We might not survive, I might not see you again. But the memories that we made, Will shine bright admist pain. Your arms were my heaven, Your smile; my hope. In these moments of ambiguity, I wonder how will I cope. On one side I see hope, On another I see fear. Uncertainty grips me tight, And a mask of calmness I wear.