Till We Find Our Way Home
My thoughts has all been written,
There is nothing left undone.
No more words left unspoken,
I am lost, and you are gone.
Oh, how I missed the way we’ve been.
You left me here all alone.
We can’t go back to what was then,
I am left here with many questions.
When will you stop your searching?
Can you make it on your own?
How long can I stay here waiting?
Will we ever find our way home?
unfinished ~ Jeques, 020804