Sits and Waits
She sits and waits.
For the world to end?
For God to appear?
For her soul to come back to her?
She lays down and dreams.
For her first big break?
For the music to flow into her?
For her heart to come back to her?
She walks and is unnoticed.
She runs and is pushed aside.
She sprints and is unsuccessful.
So she sits and waits.
For the world to end?
For God to appear?
For her soul to come back to her?
She lays down and dreams.
For her first big break?
For the music to flow into her?
For her heart to come back to her?
She walks and is unnoticed.
She runs and is pushed aside.
She sprints and is unsuccessful.
So she sits and waits.
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