How long will I wait?
Will it be until my hair turns grey?
Or when knees have grown far too weak,
To take the same steps,
You're taking towards me.

How long will I wait?
Will it be until my eyes will fail to see?
You, finally coming home to me.
But for you wear a beauty, eyes like mine,
Made to know you, are never too blinded to recognize.

How long will I wait?
Will it be until my hands have started to shake?
Through the long endeavored touch of time,
That has grown to ages,
But are never too shaken,
To hold what they have been long waiting.

How long will I wait?**
Will I be strong enough to hold on?
Will I still live to see?
Or will I die with nothing,
But lost hope and all just waiting.