A Song For David Testo

In my heart I will waitby the stony gateand the little onein my arms will sleep.Every rising of the moonmakes the years grow lateand the love in our hearts will keep.There are friends I will makeand bonds I will breakas the seasons roll byand we build our own sky.In my heart I will waitby the stony gateand the little onein my arms will sleep.And the stars in your skyare the stars in mineand both prisonersof this life are we.Through the same troubled waterswe carry our time,you and the convicts and me.There's a good thing to knowon the outside or in,to answer not wherebut just who I am.Because the stars in your skyare the stars in minenad both prisonersof this life are we.And the hills that you knowwill remain for youand the little willow greenwill stand firm.The flowers that we plantedthrough the seasons pastwill all bloomon the day you return.To a baby at playall a mother can say,he'll return on the windto our hearts, and till thenI will sit and I'll waitby the stony gateand the little one'neath the trees will dance.