What are you looking for, why the wait?
Who told you to leave it all to faith?
I might be gone, I might pass away
“It’s not meant to be,” is that what you’ll say?
Time is but a measurement
An excuse for fools
You wonder, you wish, you hope
Or those are just statements, part of your usual tools
Be brave, be strong
This is real, this is the dream coming true
Enough doubts, enough thinking twice
Soon you’ll know, my kind is even less than two
I will wait, I might have patience
For a day, for weeks, for months come what may
Make that call, make that reposition
Just cry… take me away!!!
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