As I sit here
Alone, thoughts wandering
I long for your voice, your scent
Like a dog, awaiting their owner
Waiting to be graced by your visit
I sit and daydream of what\'s to be
I look to the Blue Sky as my mind lingers
How could someone so pure, love me?
A soldier to the King
Is all I\'ve ever been
But now it would seem
This is a reprise
My mind is full
Of so many beautifully intricate words
All of which
I need you to hear, desperately