How long do you think it's been?
It doesn't matter now, I'm tired of waiting.
I am tired of waiting for life.
I am tired of waiting for happiness.

Life keeps passing me by and I sit and watch,
but I am tired of sitting, I want to fly.
My dreams are the skies and the clouds my possessions.
They bend to my voice and the heavens open.

The rain is so fresh it is as if they were the tears of God,
maybe this was his plan, but I prefer my way.
Worry does not afflict the free.
For I am done waiting.