When He Walks Through That Gate | FAMM

When He Walks Through That Gate

They share their love through visits, long letters, and short phone calls, and she’s always keeping busy, to pass the time until he calls, and she’s always got a smile to hide the loneliness inside, at times she’ll break out laughing so she don’t break down and cry… as she waits

( Chorus )

For the day when he comes home, and she won’t have to be all alone, wraps her in his arms, spins her around kisses her lips as they fall to the ground, with a blade of grass he tickles her nose, sends goose flesh from her head to her toes, and they both laugh because it shows in her big blue eyes baby welcome home.. that day.. when he walks through that gate

Well she’s doing time on the outside, he’s doing time within, and there’s no need explaining.. to her family and her friends, cause she don’t want the world, don’t wish for moon and stars, she only wants to hold him.. in her loving arms.. as she waits

( chorus )

For the day when he comes home, and she won’t have to be all alone, takes her in his arms spins her around kisses her lips as they fall to the ground, and one more time with the softest kiss they’ve waited so long for a moment like this, their pounding hearts the only sound, the only thing that matters right here right now.. that day when he walks through that gate..

( bridge)

She….. don’t want no one else, her heart… belongs to him, and she… don’t want no body else, so she waits.. for him…..

And the day when he comes home, and she wont have to be all alone, wraps her in his arms spins her around kisses her lips as they fall to the ground, with a blade of grass he tickles her nose, sends goose flesh from her head to her toes, and they both laugh because it shows in her big blue eyes baby welcome home, then he gives her the softest kiss, thieve waited so long for a moment like this, their pounding hearts the only sound, the only thing that matters right here right now, that day when he walks through that gate… Oh that day…when he walks through that gate.

— Kenneth H.

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