I waited for hours,
to speak to you.
I still stand here waiting,
I will see this through.
The cold will not break me,
Or make me go blind.
All that I’m here for,
To torture your mind.
The wall of intolerance,
Changes with the wind.
I gave away everything,
Still burdened with sin.
The dark is my friend,
And failure is my night.
The long lost enchantment,
Is no where in sight.
I’m lost and I’m calling,
To no one around.
Alone in my silence,
My voice makes no sound.
A hand on my shoulder,
Breaks tension within.
All that I’m after,
Is now to begin.
Shane Finney - 2008
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