Worry
I sit here, hour upon hour
Waiting for that chime
To tell me he has arrived.
But all I hear is silence
Or chimes from those
That are not him.
As time goes on
More worried do I get
Not a word from him
Or about him yet.
I wonder and worry
Is he alright? Is he okay?
Is he safe at home
Or taken to that place?
That place he hates more then anything
The place that sometimes is his only salvation.
If only I could get some kind of word
From him that he is okay, that he is safe
For without that word
I sit here and worry
Worry that maybe
I have lost That Love.
