Waiting... Time flows swiftly, fast. Days march on, stomping through. Weekends evaporate like pixie dust. But still I wait for you. And each hour lasts and lasts. The calendar remains firmly fixed. Just will my patience hold? And still I wait for you. My worries tangle fast, my dreams are non too sweet. Panic never strays. But this is just the start. And still I wait for you. My tiny golden seed. My last chance, of hope and completeness. And I will you on, with love so great and prayers galore. And still I wait for you.
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