By Sean Watts
After sunset there is sunrise
After night there comes a day
After everyone else there comes you
Glad you came my way
After the storm there comes a calm
After rain there is sunshine
After all that happens
Hope you can be mine
After �then� there is a �now�
After the fog things become clear
After it is said and done
I am glad to have you dear
By Sean Watts
A phone call is an outstretched hand
Whether from near or distant land
It�s the taking of time to let you know
That someone wants to say hello
Or wish you well on a coming deed
Perhaps to hope you recover with speed
Sometimes bad news you may receive
Which cause someone to sob and grieve
However what, it�s still a means
To forge a connection between two beings
No face is there for you to view
Just a voice that you may respond to
No hand to shake or cheek to kiss
The physicality you�ll surely miss
But the feeling that the words convey
Will touch your heart in some strange way
Whether near or far, though still unseen
By the wonder of this strange machine
You speak to one for whom you sought
Who in turn held you in thought