I’m just waiting for love’s knock at my door,
I’ve nothing better to do with my time;
Sometimes I count grains of sand on the shore,
Once in a while I compose a rhyme
Pay me no mind, I’m just biding my time,
I’ll gather some kindling, then feed the birds;
Winter’s threatening to bolt recklessly –
In its wake, I’ll pen more idle words
Do you know how many teardrops it takes
To fill a glass after the wine is gone?
Many nights, when sleep refuses to come,
I sit, counting my tears until dawn
How long does it take for the flame to die
On a candle you’ve placed out in the snow,
Hoping its warm light guides love to your door…..
(You’re wrong to think only God would know)
Sometimes I pray, waiting for love to come,
Surely, it will be worth its weight in gold!
Sparked with passion and a lot of romance,
(I just hope I’ll not have grown too old!)
How long will I wait for love to arrive?
‘Til the blind man sees, and the deaf man hears!
But pardon me, I must be going now,
The wine is gone….. it’s time to count my tears
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