Far away across the seas waits some stones to be lifted...
They must be heavy to carry, even though support is close.

Not that far away but still to far, worries a sweet woman about the very same
stones.

Very close in the dark spins two stones in the hand of a guy that is concerned, concerned about the stones across the seas, concerned about the supporters and concerned about the woman a bit closer..

The guy is there, to far away, to far away from the things he can not influence.
Hands tied again, same old feeling but for different reasons.
He is there.. and that is all he can be...right now.... just now...

... you know where i am.