I know that tomorrow
She could be gone;
She does not try
To lead me on.
Each night she greets me
With a hug
Never telling me
That I bug.
Giving me smiles
Every day,
But never promising
Things she can't say.
So I reach out
To give her a few smiles
Hoping soon
To cross the miles
That separate
Her and I;
So very thankful
That she will not lie:
Wanting so much
To hold her tight
All throughout
The long cold night.
Yes, I know
She cannot stay;
She's never said
She won't go away.
I know that
It can not be,
But, what the heck,
Dreaming is free,
by Ray Ross
