Feb 5
Orion Waits For Me by Maisie
Each night I ramble to my car
The day is long and it is hard
But as I look above the trees
Orion waits for me.
The air is sharp with winter dread
And harder yet to leave my bed
But as I peek from ‘neath the sheets
Orion waits for me.
I dream of what will come of I
When God decides that I must die
But at the close I shall be free
Orion waits for me.
He sits on high, he beckons on
Who will weep once I am gone?
There’s only this one guarantee:
Orion waits for me.
But I must stay another day
I must fight despite decay
‘Cause after all, through what may be
Orion waits for me.