4 March 2013
Sitting on the old swing He sits on his porch Reading an old, old book With glasses and a torch
It is the dead of night He waits for her return She is due any minute For her, he does yearn
Been gone for many a month He wants to kiss her bad He's so glad she's coming home Without her, he is sad
He wants to hear her beautiful laugh Of when they used to play He's hoping that this time She will decide to stay
He wanted to hold her so close Like he did when she cried He also knew one day She'd make a beautiful bride
To look into those grey eyes Would bring him so much joy Just to see her one more time And see her smile so coy
And there she is in the distance Green bag in her hand It's like there's playing music Beside him, an invisible band
He rose with his aching bones They all screamed in pain He was having trouble walking lately His hand was fixed on his cane
She saw him getting closer Her face lit up in glee That was the perfect sight for him "Oh you've returned to me"
As they got closer She started to cry Just like that started She didn't know why
She held him in her arms Scared he would break Feeling so young again And remembering stories they'd make
"I'm home, I'm here" She wept to the old man She looked up with adoring eyes She was his number 1. fan
Finally she was there His granddaughter near He was just so happy That she was here
He really loved her His own best friend Come back a hero After the war did end
"I love you, my darling, I am so so proud, I would shower you in kisses If I were allowed."
He said with so much glee And a tear in his eye Really he felt too happy So happy he could die
Waiting • Opuss № I