Each Day

Everynight, I sit and wait for my loved one to walk through the flames of hell so I can just say a simple "well done"

Each and Everynight I wait for him to show his face
One day I hope and Pray he will walk into my world for just one more dance

I sit, wait, count, dream, pray to see his face each day, more and more

I find myself in class siting dreaming of a passionate world with you along rose petals and fire

Only to be woken up, finding everythings just a past phase a past memory of you and I

As I stare into your headstone I once again shread one of my many tears still to come.