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