Etched in my mind, those words would remain,
becoming tough with every passing day, this imposed refrain,
Now I think of choices I had, of choreography life had in place for me,
Coming from utopia you made me used to, these little imperfections seem a bane.
I would still be waiting though, with pride and goals and smile,
You would still find me laughing, enduring this seemingly vain exile,
My eyes darting back and forth, my silent, cracked, compassion less voice,
would still be singing; I won't let this unending, indecipherable wait be futile
You told me and I thought I understood; I could, I should?, I will!
This is yet another test of endurance, one but another round of the mill,
As I learn to be me in this day, this place, this crowd, I may stagger, stammer,
lose a step or two, but I would pass the bridge, I would conquer the steepest hill!
Till then all I ask for, is to let my faith in you be unwavering, deep & strong,
I ask you, who I do not have a single name for, to never let me be ever wrong,
Till then, I would be here, learning, growing, knowing, waiting, sobbing, smiling,
fidgeting, hiding, prying, laughing, loving, understanding, writing for you this song!