here i am waiting for the flowers to bloom waiting for the sun to come waiting for the stars to fall waiting for the time to pass slowly waiting for the river to flow waiting for the next song to play waiting for the wind to whisper my ears waiting for the moon that will eventually out there looking for me from a far away.
patience is a virtue to learn to wait and just let it slip the book through pages of memories. people that become more happiness. when they laugh, tell stories, or cry. they become real because of their pain and love.