SUNDAY MORNING

i've waited all my life
for this sunday morning
when this knife is falling in
i heard your voice
sounded like a melody of thousands blends
i cried out aloud
but my voice just stayed within
i look out my door
i see shadows, but still not a thing
need for your love
goes to bed with me and is so haunting
fake is my smile
i can feel these tears rolling
my life has loving you
as its only meaning
without you i feel
weak and my life is crashing
light's now dim
its you am craving