I would know your voice
if I slept a thousand years
the sound of it would wrestle down
the greatest of my fears
I would know your voice
over waterfalls of pain
I would travel days on end
to see you once again
But I have crossed
and you are left
to wait for that bright day
when I see you coming home ...
we'll run, we'll sit .. we'll play
It will seem like seconds passed
since last you hugged me tight
Sleep sweet, my master
I will wait.
Sleep sweet in Rainbow's light.
ingrid trinka ©2012
