Wait I still on my knees-
Aches not my limbs but my heart,
Not the cold floor on my skin,
But the chilling thought of never finding you in my inn.
Ladies with beauty and women of passion.
Have come by and left my desolate station.
Their company had been so sweet-
Today I distrust my own dear feet.
The pair of feet that promise to take me on a walk.
A walk in search of love and you.
A walk for solace and love that is true.
Will you help me today in this need?
Dear oh come and give me your lead.
Search I will, but help I seek.
Give me a sign, my fingers await your cheek.
Aches not my limbs but my heart,
Not the cold floor on my skin,
But the chilling thought of never finding you in my inn.
Ladies with beauty and women of passion.
Have come by and left my desolate station.
Their company had been so sweet-
Today I distrust my own dear feet.
The pair of feet that promise to take me on a walk.
A walk in search of love and you.
A walk for solace and love that is true.
Will you help me today in this need?
Dear oh come and give me your lead.
Search I will, but help I seek.
Give me a sign, my fingers await your cheek.
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