I still hang on to hope
that you'll be right there
sitting across the room
smiling at me
crocheting your blankets
and telling me jokes
bringing out the best in me
bringing out the best in me
but each time I look
there's an empty space
glaring, and taunting me
I still hang on to hope
when I unlock the door
and expect you'll be sitting right there
saying "your tea is hot, how did it go...
how pretty you look today.."
it's a stab to the heart when I know I'm alone
and Curly comes greeting me.
I still hang on to hope when
I think through the day
"can't wait to tell Madre,
she'll know what to say"
cause you bring out the best in me
you bring out the best in me
I still hang on to hope
as I sit alone...the silence it hurts
night after night
waitin for you to come home to me
cause you bring out the best in me
Madre, keep watch over me
RIP 9-5-2012