He Waits for Me
Eliza Gilkyson
Baby walks a wire without a net
Baby gives his heart with no regret
And from this height where he'll risk the fall
For a glimpse of what might be
He waits for me
I can trace my memory through the dust
The ruins of my wanderlust
But those are lost who try to cross through
The sorrow fields too easily
He waits for me
I have seen love's wings of grace
Cross his fallen-angel face
Baby walks a wire so perilous
Offers up his hope like a prayer for us
To finally feel love's worldly weight
Lean up against my garden gate
He waits for me