She

She waits for me to get better.
She waits for far too long.
She waits for life to get better
and not be so alone

He stands and looks at the sunrise
He stands and looks back home
He stands and turns from the sunrise
his work is not yet done

An ocean between them
but one cold wind blows
When one heart shivers
the other seems to know.

She keeps the orchard and hearthstone
The fire bright and warm
When that ragged sailor returns there
I'll finally be at home.