I patiently wait,
hope it's not late.
To make that call,
before we all fall.
Swept away by tears,
of our fears.
To be on our own,
away from our town.
It's over,
let's run for cover.
It was good,
when we were in the mood.
It was bad,
when we were mad.
From the rain
of pain
I patiently wait.
hoping you will no hate.
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