by Jim Stewart c 1987
I can still see those smiling eyes
As they look through my white lies
And they say, "That's okay."
And I can still hear that joyful sound
As it tells me that ship is bound
To come in one day.
And all those joyful noises heard
I wish for just one more word
That would complete my day.
And as I go through the night
I see my guiding light
That helps me along the way.
And as the twilight hour fade to black
I know nothing can bring it back
But, there will be another day.
And as I sit here tonight
I can still see that light
That will fill me up, one day.