A knock at the door no-one in sight
How I prayed she had come back this night,
But it was an empty space that greeted me at the door,
Just an empty space of nothingness, no happiness, no cure.
It's been three long years this Christmas, since I saw her smiling face
I have grown old with the worry in this place,
I have wandered the streets I have searched high and low
I am so weary now I don't know where else to go.
I don't think I can take it if she has been violated or killed.
No, she will walk through the door one day
And tell me she is sorry and tell me things will be OK,
She will hug me tight and there will be loads of tears
Then she will tell me she never stopped loving me through the years.
Please God if only this were true I would give anything
If only she would call and I could hear that sweet voice sing,
She wanted to be a pop singer perhaps she has realised her dream
She'll pull up in a big stretch limo in a minute like the cat that got the cream.
Rather silly really but I have got to hang onto hope
I thought I saw her in the supermarket, I cried, I couldn't cope,
I grabbed hold of this poor girl she must have thought I was a right dope
She looked at me in horror when I got home all I did was mope.
I drink half a bottle of Vodka and a couple of cans each day
I even smoke ciggies now, I didn't do any of this before she went away,
The sleeping pills wash down well with a couple of cans each night
But sometimes I don't go to bed, I sit watching the door until daylight.
Do you think she'll come back? Please say a PRAYER
Cause she ain't the only one missing, life just isn't fair,
I pray until I'm aching some days she is all that I have
I just pray that she is safe somewhere and not with someone
Who's teaching her bad.
Take care now, Happy Christmas. Love LucyXX
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