Sorrow filled nights,
When you were missing flights,
And staying in at the midnight.
When I called and no answer,
I had to live up to this cancer.
Silence is killing me,
Slowly and softly it is No longer a good thing,
To hear no phone to ring.
Louder are the noises,
More than silence,
More than waiting, Waiting for You
To answer this sorrow And this pain.
After all of these years is there
Safety, is there safety in this brain.Is there comfort beyond what I Have known?
Is cold today, Cold in L.A.Is that the endless saying you Still say?
Sorrow filled nights,
No longer missing flights.
I am here and here is home, and home is safe.

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