The day was long, the nightmares came,
My thoughts were touched by mental pain,
Disturbance, annoyance and irritation,
Did each incur my consternation.
I thought my mood would not improve,
This lonely cloud would cease to move;
But there\'s something in your speech alone
That always makes me feel at home.
The gentle touch of sweetened voice
Is enough to make my heart rejoice,
Envisioning you here, beside me,
This loneliness will cease to be.
The day which was longing to be done,
Was cured long after the setting sun,
My heart is filled again with joy -
Just talking to my beloved boy.