Andrew Lloyd Webber

Wandering child; so lost, so helpless,
Yearning for my guidance.
Angel or father? Friend or phantom?
Who is it there staring?
Have you forgotten your
Angel, oh, speak. What endless longings
Angel?
Echo in this whisper?
Too long you've wandered in winter
Far from my fathering gaze.
Wildly my mind beats against you
You resist
Yet my soul obeys.