The Wait

Pain and pathos runs through my veins
It just won’t let me sleep
I tend to forget all in my dreams
But the cut has wounded me too deep

So I wait for the sun to rise
And for the day to begin its glory
And for the birds to sing by my ears
And help me in writing a new story.

My shoulders have started to ache
But my eyes just refuse to weep
I tend to be ignorant of the reality
But the burdens are too much to keep

So I wait for the clouds to roar
And for the thunder to stir me up
And for the rain to drench my senses
And pour some life into my empty cup.

I am tired of walking alone
On the asphalts of harsh reality
The heat waves are too much to battle with
But there isn’t any shady tree

So I wait for the wind to turn cool
And for this world to turn nice
And let the falling leaves cover me up
So that I can peacefully close my eyes.

But when will this sun lit up my dark inside
And when will these dry eyes pour down
And when I won’t have any thing to confide
And when will I leave this town?