Waiting...

by Imelda   May 11, 2008


Waiting

Today my soul is sand
Being carried by the wind and waves
But, tonight everything is calm
No sound, no hope
Just a still ground

So as I sit, waiting for the time
The chance to finally be free
I close my eyes, to forget the crime
I wait and count to three
But why must I wait?

Why is it something I miss?
It is the decision of fate
It is what brought me here
Why all his weight
In one solemn tear?

As everyone stomps past me
All the memories slip away
The thoughts of wanting to flea
I have to be strong, forget why I am wrong
But what is not clear is the view

My whole life is for you
I wait and count to three
The chance to finally be free

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