Waiting For Your Call
There has been many sunny days;
Many joys my heart has known.
Now I’m stuck in long nights,
As I try to sleep alone.
Everything you used to say,
Was true and makes me cry.
You’d say, “You’ll never find a love,
Who’s been half so true as I! ”
The last photograph we took,
Still hangs along the hall.
And when I want to kiss your lips,
I have to kiss the picture on the wall.
How I miss you dearly,
And I suffer many nights of grief.
I’m waiting for your call,
‘Tis my saddened heart’s relief.
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