Missing

So I have another year
To face the spring so far from home
I wonder what I'm doing here
Forgetting all her coloured robes
And I see time flies so slow

The springtime here is so severe
The dust it creeps into my pores
It lifts the moisture from my tears
And dries my heart into a stone
And I find that I'm alone

It takes a will beyond my own
To call my heart and let me hear
The place I've come to call my home
Will ever be where you are here
And I find that my heart listens to your cry
And I find that it's you I'm missing