I need your arms around me
to help me through the night.
I am sick and I am tired,
But I will not give up this fight.
My soul calls out to you
within my secret cries.
For everytime you leave my side
another part of me dies.
When you are near
I feel no pain.
You wash it away
with your gentle rain.
So hear me tonight
and find a way to come through.
The night is cold, lonely, and dark--
I miss you.
© 1999 by Amanda Leckron.
