I look at the door;
I wait.
Wait for the smiles
and hugs.
Day turns to night;
I dream.
Dream of the laughter
and play.
But they don't come
like they did before.
And I wish to be closer to you.
( * * )
I look at the fields;
I wait.
Wait for the roar
and rage.
They charge through the grass;
I stand.
Stand against the tide
and hate.
And I will stay
like I did before.
Because I wish to be closer to you