My footsteps echo down the
hall,
but no one hears except the
walls.
Thoughts of you race through
my head,
my heart lies broken, my love,
is dead.
I go out flying on the night,
praying somehow you’ll make it
right.
But night grows old and you
don’t come.
I grow so tired I’m finally
numb.
Sleep, take me home; take me
away,
this time the pain’s too much
to take.
Can’t pick the pieces up again
. . .
I’m finally broke and I can’t
mend.
God take me home, and let me
rest . . .
shelter me in your loving
breast.
For I have lost my only love.
I’ll go to be a snow white
dove.