Last night I walked to your door
We talked then kissed good night
I had no way of knowing
That our end was in sight
The next morning when I woke up
I called you on the phone
Your mother said, I’m sorry
My daughter has left home
I stood there with the telephone
Clutched tightly in my hand
I felt like a king
Who had just last his land
I asked her mother
Where did she go
Her mother went silent
As she softly said, I don’t know
So now I spend my days and nights
Hoping for her return
Inside I have this feeling
All my waiting will be in vain
I just like to talk with her
Just to let her know
That I hope she’s happy
Wherever she may go
7-22-05/RHG
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