In the quiet of the evening light,
I sit and watch the stars ignite.
Each moment stretches like an endless night,
Waiting for him to return home, alright.
The clock ticks slowly, each second a sigh,
Memories of laughter and times gone by.
The heart grows heavy, yet hope won’t die,
Waiting for him to return, eyes to the sky.
The moon whispers secrets of distant lands,
While I hold onto dreams with trembling hands.
Every shadow dances, yet here I stand,
Waiting for him to come back to our sand.
As dawn approaches, painting skies in gold,
I feel the warmth, though nights are cold.
With every sunrise, the story unfolds,
Waiting for him, our love untold.