He Waits For Me - Eliza Gilkyson

Baby walks a wire without a net

Baby gives his heart with no regret

And from this height where he’ll risk the fall

For a glimpse of what might be

He waits for me

I can trace my memory through the dust

The ruins of my wanderlust

But those are lost who try to cross through

The sorrow fields too easily

He waits for me

I have seen love’s wings of grace

Cross his fallen-angel face

Baby walks a wire so perilous

Offers up his hope like a prayer for us

To finally feel love’s worldly weight

Lean up against my garden gate

He waits for me