the lonely hour

the hour approaches as the sun sets the minutes go by like ours while the creatures of the night stir me myself said and listen if only the hearts of ours will call maybe the night won't last as long as I lay there waiting for that touch you lay facing the other way with not even the slightest care now all that I can do is stare wishing your heart will listen to My cry if only yours would answer that our loneliness will die. written by Rhonda Kendrick