I dread the historic day.
The day when the tables turn,
And we are side by side.
But no words will be said.
No feelings will be felt or shown.
There is a new glass between us.
It is something that changes you.
I needed you to help me with my war,
To help me with what was going to happen.
To control the beat.
But no.
A war broke out between us and both sides are fighting.
But neither yell.
Neither hit.
We do nothing but wait.
Wait for the historic day.