• Childlike I hear the echos in the hall, the footfalls that never came. I hear the silence in the night I taste the frieght and yet I am growing up, or so they say and yet last night i felt my heart listen, tremble, wait, fearful that i should'nt find you, waiting at the gate fearful that you'll cross the feilds and vanish into the night, too young for this frieght, it should not matter quite so much and yet it does, it does, you do, the world would be my tomb again were if not the joy of loving you.