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.
