I watch my children play,

My husband at their side,

My house isn’t perfect

But in it I take pride.

 

But I cry,

while they sleep late at night,

I ache,

and I long to be held tight,

I beg,

Please make everything alright.

 

I have the ideal job,

A cat and yes a dog,

And in my fireplace,

A perfect burning log.

 

But I cry,

while they sleep late at night,

I ache,

and I long to be held tight,

I beg,

Please make everything alright.

 

I have everything,

that a woman could ever want,

But at night

the loneliness sings a persistent taunt,

I ache to be romanced,

when my day is through,

For someone that has so much,

why I am so blue.

 

My bills are paid on time,

My bed is warm and soft,

And my children’s pictures,

Do decorate our loft.

 

But I cry,

while they sleep late at night,

I ache,

and I long to be held tight,

I beg,

Please make everything alright.

 

TLAB 2004