Hoping, Praying, Wishing.

Waiting for the sun to rise,
Hoping, that you'll come.
I look into her gentle eyes,
Saying, "Run,baby, run."
Looking past the shore,
I feel the cold wind blow.
Praying for some more,
I remember, I know.
I wait for you to say,
The words you've been forming.
All I can do is pray,
That it's something good for me.