I sit here waiting
For guardian angels
For happyness
But never love
I was taught that marrige
Is money, is fighting, is hard work
But never love
Scars remind me of hate
Of strenght
But never love
Yet to love is to venture away from all that’s known
So much much obsession in one word
Consuming us all, little by little
I sit here waiting
For guarian angels
For happyness
And always love
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