Crisp winter breeze, but that's alright, I'll wait. A twisting and aching stomach, but that's alright, I'll wait.
Numb and a puzzled brain, but that's alright, I'll wait. A hopeful yet a disappointed heart, but that's alright, I'll wait.
Bruised and battered, my soul can take no more, but that's alright, I'll wait. Flaunted and surrendered, the shame can be no more, but that's alright, I'll wait.
Torn and patched, ripped and sown. Is there love anymore? But that's alright, I'll wait. Promised and forgotten, preached and fell from grace. Is there any going back? but that's alright I'll wait.
I waited, I wait, and I'll wait... Till waiting can be no more, since time will kiss me goodbye.
I loved, I love, and I'll love... Even when waiting can be no more, since love will never bid you goodbye.
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