Waiting
I wait and wait for the time to be right,
Where there is no boundary, or any risks to fight.
The sun rises up, and the sun sets down,
and my world keeps spinning around and around.
There must be an answer, or a prayer to say,
For this is what I search for, at the end of the day.
Closer and closer, the solutions come to mind,
where the answer is had, I may just be blind.
But search and prayer, wherever you roam,
And stay true to yourself through skin and bone.
For if it's something that you love or hate,
The best thoughts can be there, if you just wait.
Paul Walmsley
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