Please Come Home

What are you fighting for? you are out there in the middle of this war right now with your life hanging on your shirt for everyone to see and steal from you. What am I crying for? It's been almost three years since I seen you smile and heard you laugh, since I felt your warmth but I still miss you like crazy. What were the good times for? It seems like all I can do is remember them but they bring nothing but sadness and I keep asking myself if you will ever find your way back to me. What is this love for? I keep wondering if all that I am going through is in vain, I keep having these thoughts that you have moved on and here I am unable to do so. Who am I singing to? Isn't it funny that no matter what mood you are in you hear a song that reminds you of what you are feeling at the moment and you sing your heart out but then wonder who you are singing to? Where is my surrender? When will it be my time to truly say that I feel like I have been completed by a higher force than man knows of, love? When will you come home? I sit here every single day waiting on that call and I drive in your neighborhood half excpecting to see you walk down the street and sometimes I am so scared that my sanity will get the best of me and I will but will you really be there?Written to Kenny. My first love. Written February 27th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 12:35 PM PST, Chauna   18 • 0 • 12