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What are you waiting for?
Dearest world, wherever you are, listen to me, I won't be too far
Out of your arms, out of your reach, unable to move, unable to speak
About all the things, I've been meaning to say, about all the prayers, I've been meaning to pray
You stood by my side, when others would leave, you held my hand and you forced me to believe
About all the wishes, I saved up for someday, about all the times I would hope you would stay
Sometimes I hear whispers, voices somewhere, they tell me to fear and cause so much despair
They speak of the hardships, you're weak they would say, I would fall asleep crying and dreading next days
The good times and bad, the black and the gray, the scarcely heard screams and lies I would say
All the pain of the others, they knew not my disgust, and making them believe it was me they could trust
My own hands would force me, excuses for hate, my own mind would conjure and force open hell's gates
I yelled and I beckoned, nobody there heard my cries, they all flourished softly as my heart slowly dies
The seldom seen smiles, the laughs and the love, the glory of happiness I struggle to grasp from above
Ancient wisdom and virture, qualities wished and received, never to relinquish this constant pressure but never to see
The visions were blurry, murky and slow, running down like muddy water to which ends I'd never know
I must fight this battle, this struggle, this war, until I emerge the victor and finally settle the score
The anger builds stronger, my punishment, my pain, my eternal damnation, clench my teeth and remain
Finally I counter, plunge and latch onto the source, I've got you I scream with bitter horror and self-remorse
The tears come now quickly, I give up and let them drop down, anything to finally be rid of this pain all around
And finally it happens, a smile, a shine, the light grasps my hands and begins to guide me forward in time
I see a bright future, a beginning, a hope, after fighting this long and rough battle I'm finally able to cope
My story has blank pages, unwritten and clear, but my book is proceeding smoothly minus the past that I feared
Until my happy ending, God watches me from above, and nods his head proudly at the warrior who turned hate into love
