Staring out at the starlit sky, with these dark wings I harbor,
Waiting for the perfect sign, all though blinded by the dark.
The tears that streamed through these rivers of lonely,
Waiting, slowly waiting, for signs of redemption to spark.

I feel the distance under these dim lights of the moon,
Looking for answers but always seemingly to come amiss.
Maybe in the darkness is where the answers do lay,
Waiting, slowly waiting, for the taste of life’s vicious kiss.

How I wish to see the sun again, the rays of warmth I seek,
To fill this cold heart, so it can learn to beat once more.
The struggles seem endless, but the winds of change carry on,
Waiting, slowly waiting, for these troubles to pass that I endure.

There isn’t an escape from this lifetime of misery and pain,
Only at the end of days is where all of our answers lay.
This timeless sorrow, the unquenching thirst for relief,
Waiting, slowly waiting, for these cloudy days to go astray.

As I long in waiting, all these feelings come to summarize,
The meaning of tragedy that pours from tightened eyes.
Through this suffering, I’ve felt the bottom in search of height,
As the waiting ends, carry these wounds to the end of the night..