I follow the night.
When will love be mine?
When will I be found?
Lost am I in the dark,
waiting for you to come,
to take my hand,
to encompass me in your arms.
In you I will be found.
Can you hear me cry?
Reaching out my hand,
blindly seeking, searching for you,
how can I go on?
So lost in this dream,
in the deep that is the night.
In you I will find my home.
Wherever you might be
will be where I rest my weary head.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017