Calls of thunder,
and lightening strikes,
anything strong enough
to break through the ice,
the silence between us
is cutting like a knife,
it's 2am and you're
roaming the night,
wandering without me
beneath city lights,
I'm down on my knees
crying tears of moonlight,
begging
with a desperate plea,
I've sinned
a thousand times,
but you always
wash me clean,
leaving me as pure,
as the salt in the sea,
the sun is rising,
you're walking the streets,
I'm still waiting,
wondering,
are you coming back to me?