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"Some Where Out There"

THE WAITING

Somewhere in the darkness you can hear a low, soft sound, ááá

It's almost like a whisper from deep within the ground.

A sound that has the gentleness of a butterfly taking flight, ááá

A sound so near, but yet so far, in the stillness of the night.

It has a steady rhythm, like a fine-tuned guitar,

With the magic and the brilliance of a bright glowing star.

In the darkness while awaiting the first ray of dawn,

I listen to the lonely sound as it goes on and on and on.

What is the sound, this low soft sound, that's tearing me apart, ááá

Alas, of course, I know this sound, it's the breaking of my own heart.

I stand and make my journey down that long lonely hall,

I pause to touch his picture hanging on the wall,

I sit and wait each night for his knock upon the door,

Why do people say he is not coming home any more?

ęcopyright ~ Johnnie Oakes ~

1/22/03