Sometimes I wake up by the door & catch me waiting for you,

even when I know you won't be there.

It's this hope that I hold, that one day you will be standing at my door.

This dreams I hold on, so tight & so strong.

 As the days go by only time will make it real I can only stay still.  

When that day comes I won't be surprise because I know I’ve waited for you day by day.  



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