• Waiting is the life of pain,
    For in it we stand little to gain.
    Just waitng to see,
    If she does love me.
    I stand here alone with sadness at my side,
    My love for her is a secracy i must abide.
    She tells me i have her heart,
    If this is true why are we apart.
    She speaks not of what she does,
    But insures me i carry her love.
    When shes not here i want to cry,
    Wishing for one more glimpse before i die.
    Now i lay me down to sleep,
    My heart falls deeper into sorrows deep.
    My story has yet to be told,
    Yet my heart falls deep into the cold.
    Waiting to see,
    Waiting to see...