The nights we wake
With thoughts of pain
That never seems to abate
With our flowing tears
Wondering if rended hearts
Could be mended on earth.
A whisper of wind by the windowsill
A tink-a-tonk on the door’s keeol.
It’s love again, you know it
Should you let him in
It’s him that let your demons out
Should your heart warm him in.
His voice is softer; the knock, subtler
The time is not right.
It’s dark and you still cry;
And your thoughts are farther
The times are just not right
The knock thins, your heart skips
The whisper’s still, your heart skips
He knows the feel, he feels it too
But he knows the time’s not right too
Will the time ever get right
To love another again
Will you ever get the strength
That comes from being loved again
When the time’s right
That love isn’t time-bound.
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