Where is He

Where is he,  I can't imagine where he'd be.
If by solemn chance, heaven finds him first,
that is where my heart will always be.
Oh where is he, and when will he ever see
that he always was meant to be 
here in my heart.

Oh where is he, was that his voice I heard
or just a whisper in the trees.
I'll search this land and every sea
from now until eternity.
Within this night I'll praise tomorrow,
though my heart bleeds, with so much sorrow;
I'll pray each day away until he returns.