9 acessos
If you miss me then you know it -
it’s not hard to understand.
You don’t have to be a poet;
I’d love the words of your hand.
And don’t you know I weep with you gone?
that in my memory you’re beside me driving home?
I know it’s on your mind when you’re alone.
I was angry, but now I long.
If you miss me you can show it -
you don’t have to pretend.
And you don’t have to be heroic,
but I won’t let you be my friend.
The morning brings a knock on your door,
and in your heart you feel uneasy as you cross the floor.
What do you hear the voice of Jesus asking for?
I am waiting.