Waiting for a sign...
It is cold tonight
Yet I leave the window open
And I keep looking out...
waiting.
I do not wait for a long lost lover
Nor a close friend
I do not wait for the coming of dawn
nor for the chirping of birds...
I just wait.
I wait for time to run out
as I am certain it one day shall
I wait for a voice to call out to me
one I am sure to follow...
I wait. For a sign.
