Candle flickers
And shadows dance upon the wall
The smoke flies out the window
As rain jumps onto the sill
The roof above me creaks from squirrels
I know youre out there
Somewhere out there still
I’m waiting for your call
Maybe the lines are down
I’m waiting for my cell
To ring in the sweet tone
I set up for only you
The squirrels still run in the roof
The rain still hits hard
And the shadows dance in hope
That you are one your way home
Copyright 2004 Kfritz
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