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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