while i'm waiting...

Once again I find myself waiting down by the lake
my wondering feet brought me here
perhaps they prefer the soothing sound of the water near
But I don't want to hear what they hear…
If it's not the sound of your voice then I prefer the silence
the quiet that means you aren't here with me now…

“Tears in my eyes burn, while I'm waiting…while I'm waiting for my turn...”

My eyes don't stay closed for long; constantly seeking
Perhaps they’re afraid they’ll miss the sun set; I’ve slept the day away already
But I don't want to see what they see…
If it's not your kind eyes looking back into mine or your smile that comforts me, then I prefer the darkness and drawn curtains…

“Cause summer is here, and I'm still waiting there. Winter is here, and I'm still waiting there...”

but my hands still reach out towards the empty space in front of me
Feeling the wind weave through my fingers and lightly kissing my cheeks
It reminds me of you…who is no longer visible to me, who I can no longer hear
yet I feel you near…blowing in my ear
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