Friday | October 19, 2007

True Dream

I wait to hear my phone ring,

I wait to hear your voice sing,

I wait to see your pretty wings,

You’re my Angel; you’re my life;

You’re my heart and you’re my light.

I had nothing when I met you,

I was a poor man, no more,

Waiting to be saved,

From this, the world of pain,

And then you came.

Now I am a rich soul,

I have what we need,

I need your love,

Just as dogs need a bone.

I need my phone to ring,

And there will be you,

And there will be me,

And the world,

No longer a nuisance be.
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