I'm troubled
and in need of peace
Needing your
anger and rage to cease
I need your
gentle and loving ways
And an answer
to my many prayers.
Where is your
love from yester-year
I know that you
once loved me dear
But it seems
like oh, so long ago
Until, by now, my
love I just don't know.
And the nights
grow long and oh, so cold
My dear, our
love's grown stale and old
My hope has
dimmed like summer's flowers
And all alone I
sit and count the hours....