Watchers Lullaby
You're standing in the doorway,
blocking out the light.
You're watching me sleeping,
ignoring the rest of the night.
From the way that I sleep sideways,
to my fingers every move.
A little smile creeps sideways,
but you're afraid to move.
What if she gets angry?
What if she gets scared?
What if she cares
that I watch her in her sleep.
What if she wakes up,
and finds me at her feet?
All I want to do is hold her.
All I want to do is stare.
All I want to see is her.
I don't want to be anywhere.
I wake to find you crying,
leaning against the door.
I really don't know what's wrong,
you do know that I care.
Your bright beautiful blue eyes,
find me through the dark.
For the fifty-millionth time our eyes meet,
and still there's that little spark.
She woke to find me standing here.
To see my watery eyes.
She woke to see me watching her,
I hope she knows I'm blind.
Blinded by the light of her,
blinded by her flood.
I hope she does know I love her.
That for her I'd spill blood.
My love is still there and standing,
I beckon you to my side.
I try to dry your tears,
to help heal your broken pride.
As you fall to sleep,
under my protective arm.
I try to take the sight of you in,
from your rough hands to your sleepy smile.
I can't contain my love for you,
and it comes out in words.
"I love you so much.
You'll really never know
how much I need you laying here,
from the dusk until the dawn.
One day you'll be here with me,
one day you'll never cry.
One day you'll be my only love.
Your name is my lullaby."
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