Rush to me

Rush to me
Woman of faith
Rush to me
Mother of children
Beliving in me
The man of yesteryear
The God of forgotten dreams
Rush to me
For I still believe in what can be
What some say
should have been
Or what should never be
We met in a hybrid world
of internet fantasy
disguising itself
as friendly encounters
But all of us need
All of us cry out
in the small hours of the morning
hidden from those we love
We all still dream
So in that pause
between soccer practice and dinner
In that pause between Sunday morning worship
and the meal after
In those times at work
when your mind wonders
In the music dowload
That you thought twice about
Think of me
And Rush to me