Christina A. Sharik
GONE FROM VIEW
Night is falling down upon me
and I am sleepless, still
For you are gone from view
I watched you walking up the hill
until my eyes could see no more;
you’re heading for a foreign shore.
I release you from
these mother’s arms
and pray that God
will keep you safe from harm……
I will be waiting here.
I will be waiting here.
I cannot cry –
Wait – there’s a tear
and now the rest are falling
You are so far away
Beyond my calling…
I miss you, dear.
I’m waiting here.
I am a refugee now
in my own land
I can still feel
the touch of my child’s hand
Goodbye, my dear
I’ll be waiting here.
©Copyright February 2, 2006 by Christina A. Sharik