Breaking dawn dries the teardrops from eyes
From which sleep, again, I have not seen.
No human touch to thrill the soul so much,
I'm as lonesome as I have ever been.
Standing alone, with a heart that's grown cold,
Still, a heart that longs for some dream.
So much to give, desiring so much to live
A life where love is considered supreme.
Must I wait for that day when the Dear Lord will say,
Come on home, your life's work is through?
Yet if that be my goal, I will make this time whole,
Remember, I will forever love you.