PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

God, I can still feel you like it was yesterday

But I'm afraid that if I turned around

I'd be staring into the face of emptiness

And I'd be as lost as the light is from the darkness

And the sight it has never found



And what that means is that I've got to keep my eyes open

And keep the faith that keeps me hoping that someday you'll come home



And though I awaken every morning as I have before

Every morning the sun shines a little less

Telling me that the time is coming fast

And that though I always pray for a more

Time will always take away what is yours



And what that means is that I've got to keep my eyes open

And keep the faith that keeps me hoping that someday you'll come home

And keep the faith that keeps me hoping that someday you'll come home

And, maybe someday you'll come home