He sits alone in the dark waiting for her to come,
Hours pass and days go by, but still he is alone.
Never moving he waits forever,hopes so high,
His eyes are burning,never shut, his soul has got to die.
Then at last he waits no longer and he runs away
his soul is broken,but he still lives for another day
and on his bed, his last resting place
her bright blue eyes shine over his face
he looks up at her and he says this:
Ah a face which i will miss
she bends low and begins to weep
as he takes a plunge into infinite sleep,
and all her life she remembers
the love he showed,which burned like embers.
and yet again he does wait
for her to come at the pearly gates