Lirieke: Eliza Gilkyson. He Waits For Me.

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