Alone in the night
Reaching out
No one's there
Touch my hand
Take me away
Touch my lips
Dry all my tears
Desperate days
Blinded by the light
Empty faces
No one's there
Touch my life
Seeing you smile
Touch my face
Dry all my tears
Desperate life
Longing for love
Reaching out
No one's there
Touch me now
Waiting for you
Touch me please
Dry all my tears
Touch me please
Dry all my tears
About the Creator
Bobby Deese
I have been a musician, writer/songwriter off and on since I was 18 years old. Played in bands, owned a recording studio, promoted bands etc. Music and writing has always been a passion in my life. I'm retired now and doing what I love.
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