I go to bed each night
dreading the empty space
That always seems to mock me
with visions of your face
I pray for sleep to find me
but the sandmans always late
Before I drift to sleep
my tears no longer wait
I cry for the loneliness
I feel deep within my heart
I cry for the marriage
without the chance to start
I cry for the man
whos thousands of miles away
I cry for the mornings
that start each lonely day
I cry for the pillow
I hold tightly to my breast
I cry for the fatherless child
in her crib, now at rest
I cry for the prayer
each night that i say
I cry for the dream
from which i must wake
I cry for the tears
falling down my face
Because lying here be side me
is still an empty space.......
andi miles 6/96