What a scary prospect, that no one may come
I could yell, I could bellow with zeal
"I'm here, where are you?"
Only to hear it echo, echo, echo...
I could have trays of milk and honey
and they may be left untouched, and unknown
But we are patient, all the same
Keep a hope close to our hearts
Of course I worry the day I'm finally found may never come
But I will be patient, I will still try to be kind, open minded
