| When We Say Goodnight |
| When we say goodnight, it's like the end of a dream. There is no going back to where we have been. My arms cannot hold you. My kisses are gone. You can no longer listen to my sweet love song. God only knows how I long to be there; In each others arms, our love we may share. To go untouched and say our goodbye, In my bed, I can hear my heart softly cry. I awake in the morning with a vision of you Standing before me, like you always do. Beautiful smile and blue sparkling eyes; A reminder of summer and clear cloudless skies. When I reach out to hold you, it's then that I find You're not really there ~ but just in my mind. But, you seem so real standing there, by my bed, That I swear your presence is not in my head. The day unfolds and I still see you here, So close that my arms could draw you so near. Whispering my name and calling to me, I walk slowly toward you. But, then, I can't see. You have quietly left me and, now, I must rest. My heart needs to lie down and quietly confess That you weren't really near me. It was all in my head. I believed that I saw you. But, it was fantasy, instead. The days seldom vary. They're all much the same. You visit me, often, then disappear, again. Time goes by slowly, with you not around. Then, it's bed time, again, to that deafening sound. |
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