Waiting

Years I travelled far through the landscapes
Unexperienced yet well discovered
Inner spaces filled and then drained dry
Full of emptiness and a shy face
I left a shore of gold
For a cold and stormy sea
I turned my ship for own goals
The wind will lead me home
I’m waiting
I’m waiting for you
Sometimes I leave just for one day or
Sometimes I will stray for a single minute
You will keep me close to Your heart still
The lov of the bloodred wood echos
I left a shore of gold
For a cold and stormy sea
I turned my ship for own goals
Spirit, lead me home
I’m waiting
I’m waiting for you