The Wait

I stood there looking out to sea Hoping that you would come to me But, alas, you never did appear Re-establishing all new fears Would you come, take me away? My hopes are still, so this I pray. I’ll be here waiting upon your return Worry not, love, my heart will still burn. For hope doesn’t end so freely or sure If intentions are honest, loving and pure You take your time, I’ll wait for thee For when the sun arises, it’s you I’ll see And I shall never turn away For I will be here every day.