Time On My Hands

by Sakira

Too much time on my hands

Too much time to think of what
Could be, should be but never was
Loneliness sneaks upon me,
When Iím not looking, making me wish for
Strong arms and deep voice.
Resounding and holding me in their firm grip.

Where are you my love, why cant you find me.
Why canít I see you, why am I still waiting for you

This life is filled with empty sounds,
melodies of love unspent
Hopes unfilled in the quiet of endless nights.

Time On My Hands by Sakira

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