The day
Is getting closer
The hour
Is drawing near
Will I find a way
My truth to say
Or will I simply cower
In fear
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
The day
Is getting closer
The hour
Is drawing near
Will I find a way
My truth to say
Or will I simply cower
In fear
To find out if
It’s eternal damnation
Is the worst kind
Of anticipation
Bad News
The
wait
is
almost
worse
than
the
call
itself
(Originally Posted 15.09.2020)
Calm your jets
Drink your tea
If love will wait
Then so can we
As the
days go on
I guess
we’ll see
If I can
go back
to the person
I used to be