How I dearly wish that you'd come home
It is lonely here without you
and though I know not the reason for which you've gone
I can say, that I have cherished all about you.

Your things, I keep them here, safe
as I wait for your return
and I wander about this place
wonder, what it is left that I have to learn.

For I know that you will never come back to me
not in any earthly form  
still I ponder, and inquire as to how it could be
that you were stolen, snatched from all that is safe and warm

"Truly, " I say to myself, "there has to be some mistake
there are no daemons who would harm thee,
or  from my loving arms take
that which I hold so dear as your company"

But alas I know these thoughts to be false
and, though I know not your destination,
I know from this home you would not simply waltz
away into the unknown, without hope of salvation  

so I repeat, in my fretted, worried tone
"thou would not leave that which thou holds so dear
and depart from  thine own hearts desire, leaving me alone"
These words I say without you here

surely, you must know all that I have sown  
for thou are  but part of myself: a piece of my soul,
though thou dost have a form of thine own
you are my familiar, it is thine doings  must extol

And it is through this praise of all of you
that I have come to see the faults of my own
that I must seek to undo
if I shall ever deserve to have you home.

Until That day, I pray thee wait
I only wish, that it weren't too late