Standing there,
I drop to my knees;

The wind blows,
only a gentle breeze;

I sit there,
as I wait for you;

I beg you come hither,
If only you knew;

waiting for you,
on the cold ground

I hope your near,
I want to be found;

As I stand,
I see your face;

You come toward me,
as I stand in my place;

I reach out for you,
but your no longer seen;

I should have known it was only a dream!