Faces On The Wall.

I grew up, with your faces on the wall,

Knew your names, But nothing about you all.

Even as a little girl, I used to tell myself,

Turn one more corner, You were never there.

I hoped and i prayed, Had so much faith,
That i'd see you walk through the door one day.
I'm still waiting, I'm still waiting,
To see your face, To hold you close.
I'm still waiting.

Your stockings were hung every year,
Never filled, But always there.
I would look at them and smile,
Thinking to myself, One day, i'll  find you.


I hoped and i prayed, Held onto my faith,
That i'd see you walk through the door one day.
I'm still waiting, I'm still waiting,
To see your face, To hold you close.
I'm still waiting.

I grew up, with your faces on the wall,
Knew your names, but nothing about you all.
I would look at them and smile,
Thinking to myself, One day i'll find you.

That day has come.

i wrote this based on my life.
i have a brother and a sister that i have never met, but i finally found them.