I feel completely useless
To leave you ever so helpless
I want to be there for you
But none of my wishing comes true
My heart it drops for thee
I really hope you'll be healthy
I wish I could aid you
Or at least stay beside you
But for now my dear
It's inevitably clear
That you must take care
Alone
I can only be with you by phone
Every part of me wants to condone
Atone for your being alone
I'm sorry, my dear, here from home