Echo from the guardian hills

So cold just like a stone
My heart is beating but alone
All I can give to it, is the only warmth
from the folded hands on my lap,
when I stare across from the rooftop
And travel thousand miles..
I am just looking for the breeze I sent
To talk to a certain tree
But I know it never happened in a year
For that would have  passed an echo
From the guardian hills surrounding..
Yet I try for a millionth time
Gazing aimlessly
Not with the hope but with a hollowness inflicted
From the fear of losing hope
And I close my eyes to let a heavy sigh unnoticed..