Come To Me

Run to me within the night and climb inside my sill,
Wake me not, but lie there and whisper silent words of will.
Wrap your arms around me and mean the tears you cry,
Say to me the honest things you've been known to deny.

When the morning comes and we awaken to the light,
you won't regret a thing you've done for all of it is right.
We will let the mist give way to a dewy walk in rye,
And for once you'll keep your promises and never again lie.

But I don't think you've ever come, and I now know you never will;
You wouldn't brave a sunny beach, much less this stormy hill.
And though I'm here awaiting you and hoping I am wrong;
It's not like I have the type of hope that lasts for very long.