Waiting
Patiently listening to the mumbling of the needy
I've tried to help them all
Forsaken, the loved ones remain wishing on my maybe
Grasping unto my spoken straws as they fall
I wish I could find heaven twice
This time to lift up and rejoice
To nurture every night, that ought to be nice
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