waiting...
The painful process, of waiting here,
Drives me mad, provokes a tear
All my dreams, I doubtly fear
The thoughts that you will soon be near.
I know its right, I know its true.
You’ll hold me tight, you’ll see me through.
But waiting here, waiting for you,
This painful stance is all I do.
When will it come? When will I see?
Or is it never meant to be?
I pray to god down on my knee,
"We will meet soon", that is my plea.
Human desires, open wide,
Due to my unthoughtful stride.
And now I lay all teary eyed,
Determined to set all thoughts aside.
"I will not love" I say out loud
"never again" solumnly vowed
as if it’d some how make me proud,
to throw all thoughts in passing cloud.
It doesn’t work thought you must know.
Desires now, they only grow.
All away, they will not blow
They will not cover with the snow.
And so I wait, to meet you soon
Maybe in augest, may or june.
Or april 8 on Sunday noon.
Maybe at night, under the moon.
I wish I knew, and I could tell!
Perhaps we know each other well.
Oh how I long, with you to dwell!
To hear the sound of a church bell.
May god grant patience, o’r this day
That I might look to him and pray.
I will not meet you on today,
But patiently I’ll wait and stay.
I am waiting, here for you.
Waiting here, so I’ll be true.
Bad and good, we’ll stick through,
Every day, with love anew
Thank you lord, for patience now.
I know I will come through some how.
You give me hope, and so I bow,
And trust so true, your word avow.
Drives me mad, provokes a tear
All my dreams, I doubtly fear
The thoughts that you will soon be near.
I know its right, I know its true.
You’ll hold me tight, you’ll see me through.
But waiting here, waiting for you,
This painful stance is all I do.
When will it come? When will I see?
Or is it never meant to be?
I pray to god down on my knee,
"We will meet soon", that is my plea.
Human desires, open wide,
Due to my unthoughtful stride.
And now I lay all teary eyed,
Determined to set all thoughts aside.
"I will not love" I say out loud
"never again" solumnly vowed
as if it’d some how make me proud,
to throw all thoughts in passing cloud.
It doesn’t work thought you must know.
Desires now, they only grow.
All away, they will not blow
They will not cover with the snow.
And so I wait, to meet you soon
Maybe in augest, may or june.
Or april 8 on Sunday noon.
Maybe at night, under the moon.
I wish I knew, and I could tell!
Perhaps we know each other well.
Oh how I long, with you to dwell!
To hear the sound of a church bell.
May god grant patience, o’r this day
That I might look to him and pray.
I will not meet you on today,
But patiently I’ll wait and stay.
I am waiting, here for you.
Waiting here, so I’ll be true.
Bad and good, we’ll stick through,
Every day, with love anew
Thank you lord, for patience now.
I know I will come through some how.
You give me hope, and so I bow,
And trust so true, your word avow.