Gentle is the night that falls
Upon a child’s waiting heart,
She waits by the curb awhile
And waits for her life to start.
Anticipating love to come,
She sits all through the night.
While keeping hope alive inside,
She turns toward the morning light.
Surely patience is the key,
To getting what she wants in life.
She waits and feels the rising pain.
Hurt cuts her with a sharp knife.
Time lets her know so cruelly,
The only one who loves is she.
She must let go of hope and love,
And set her own heart free.