Waiting for You

everyday becomes less clear,

paths well-known, slowly fade,

familiar faces slip into the background,

everything becomes more shrouded,

more temporary,

running from well placed snares,

hiding behind silent shields;

I am holding on,

waiting for You;

these emotions ebb and flow,

this uncertainty totters on the edge,

then topples into the flames,

the night closes in,

the filth sticks like glue,

yet even now the fire remains,

even now I search for a way,

the sun does rise,

a new day does begin;

I am holding on,

waiting for You;

words fall like tears,

meaning very little and

saying even less,

the only key in a world

of illusion and mirage,

the only clues to forgotten

mysteries and empty memories;

I am holding on,

waiting for You;

cleanse me of this depravity,

remove this terrible darkness

from my sight,

open the door to this prison cell,

free my spirit once again,

guide my path home;

I am holding on,

waiting for You.

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