“And the man looked to the Heavens, and question the will of God. But it was just that, the will of God.”

Teardrops falling down your face,

Trying to keep your heart in place,

Wondering when he’s coming home,

Sick of being all alone.

Questioning the will of God,

Praying that it’s just façade,

Not wanting it to all be real

Hating this new way you feel.

Maybe it could be a dream,

Maybe Satan’s dirty scheme,

Maybe you’ll wake up today

And in your arms, there he’ll lay.

But probably not.