The truth I hope that has been told.
I hope she will be mine forever to hold.
Another drink and tune is what I need.
To get my mind off the worry that I feed.
The wind is blowing and blowing hard.
Full of guilt where I must lay scarred.
I can’t sleep worrying about her like this.
Seeing her and making sure she is safe do I miss.
I hope I hear from her mother soon.
Because my thoughts are just slightly out of tune.
Is it normal to worry about someone this bad.
I feel if I don’t know if she is ok I will go mad.