Waiting

Doesn't life feel like it's a mess?

There's no possible hope to posess?

There doesn't ever seem a way?

The sun is covered, ever single ray.

The seas are too large to swim across.

And the path is covered with trees and moss.

It's just too much to go by.

And to the world you're being shy.

You hold back to keep things sane.

But nothing will ever be the same.

It doesn't seem fair does it now?

It was a good show, time for bows.

It's time to move on when the curtains close.

This is the path that you chose.

You cant go back and start anew.

So just for now you'll be blue.

The storms will rage and the roads are slick.


There's time's you'll get fed up with it.





But trust me when I say again,


The sun will come, no more will it rain.