here i am , alone on this hill , sitting on the lowly grass , suffering the pain , grieving your loss , drinking my tears i wish to grasp your hands , i want to touch your brow which i once kissed , i long to be at your side this very hour , but im so far from where you sleep here , on this hill where i suffer the pain , where i sit on the lowly grass drinking my salty tears , i think of you more than you think of me , i long for you more than you long for me do you know what it means to really long for you ?