The List
The List Sitting in a chair Day in Day out Staring through the window A distant memory Of time gone by Making a list Your name made it on there Time after time Sitting in a chair Day in Day out Wondering when I became last on the list Or am I lost on the list Sitting, Staring. I opened The Book Here I am, my name written in love For Him, I am neither last on the list nor lost on the list.