A Waiting Time

opening the doors

opening the rooms to us

a hope to transcend

this deadened consciousness

i call my home

so passion drains the pain away

biting through

as ice storms wait to pierce the flesh

and i wait too

passion drains the pain away

biting through

as ice storms wait to pierce the flesh

and i…and i…

a wild eyed child running faster than

the echo of her mother's loving voice

of her mother's loving voice…

closing over us all

opening the doors

opening the rooms to us

a prayer now to feel again

the warmth of memories

i call my home

so spellbound into this domain

of dreamlike waters' heavy groan

it is nothing more than that

than that which we have always known

so spellbound into this domain

of dreamlike waters' heavy groan

it is nothing more than that

which we…which we…

that six months is not long enough

to forget that everything erased will be written again

everything erased will be written again

and for now we know,

and for now we know,

the waiting is until the end

the waiting is until the end

the waiting is until the end

the waiting all alone