IN MY ARMS
I held you
once
... in the tears of time,
and then I pushed you
away.
You never answered me,
America!
I wanted to hold you
in my arms
but you ran away.
So I remain, tired,
getting old,
... and sitting on the porch
... as the Sun goes down.
I wait for you
each day... dreaming you,
... the girl that I love
running within a smile,
and your kisses are sweet
and
all for me.