| I waited for the mountain peaked sunset I waited for the glimmer of hope in an old man's eyes I waited for the sound of kids laughter to fill my empty halls I wanted those family photos to hang down my chipped painted walls I waited and waited some more, I guess waiting never gave me any calls I wait for a sign to start a new life But I never seem to take charge of my own calm So I ask, what will waiting ever do? I chip myself down into a single idea, Wanting to change but never knowing when to start |
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