I waited for your phone call
all that morning you see,
and I saw you standing out there...
not wanting to talk to me.
I heard commotion while at work
but I was crying so hard...
If I'd seen your frantic face,
I'd have stopped the guard.
I saw the flashing lights that night
as I was driving home,
But our neighbor (you know the one)
thought you were a prowler on the roam.
I wanted to say that I was wrong
that I was only scared...
That I love you more than life it's self,
but didn't think you cared.
I realize now that you are gone
because of foolish fears
and now all that I have of you
is a picture stained with tears.
"Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone
I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me."
[This message has been edited by Saxoness (edited 12-10-1999).]