When the storms cease to be
When the rain comes to greet the ground
by halting without a warning from the sun
When the wind becomes a breeze
and not a tornado in flames
You’ll come to meet us lord

My sleep abandoned me
when being Awake greeted me tightly
into the needs of my babies

Now my sleep wanders alone
like a hungry dog searching for food

So at nights I chase my sleep
with whatever I can find in the fridge
but my sleep runs away
as soon as my babies awake

roses, roses I would like
to place some on the table
to have some by my side
so I can feel you near
Oh near to my heart!

like roses, roses white
oh so lovely, so lovely as they are
to remind me of your fragrance
to remind me of your smile

Whenever I’m hot
the ceiling fan gets turn on
Till I’m blown away

for all the years I wasted living in fear
I try to find the courage in those I hold dear
So I no longer waste anymore years

Wander wander lost
without a place to go
always searching,
never finding
what you are looking for