to breakout against the nights dark hold
Or a man waiting for a promise long foretold
No matter how strange or unlikely
Or the enslaved people hoping for freedom
crying out to a God that promised much.
Like all those waiting for something to happen
Who look for change, cry out for love
As all those who wait with hearts in hands
holding candles with little flames
As all those who try and can't hear His voice
in the fire, earthquake, or storm.
As all those who see only themselves
and long to see more then just needs
Like all those who wait, on the edge
who long for change, scream out for love
I sit in this never ending night waiting for day
for the first rays of sun to come o'r the hills
I prostrate myself on the floor
wanting to hear the sound of love at the door
I hold the broken parts of my soul
and a candle with little flame
Like all those who wait for something to change
Who hope, and cry, and anguishes for love.
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