The clouds have gathered
the air is still
the birds are hiding
the valley waits
for the approaching storm.
I am alone in this place of impatience
where the only sound is the low drone
of the air conditioner.
It seems to me that I have spent too much time
counting down the hours for the lonliness to break
with the smile of your homecoming.
Can I trust my soul
to stay it's course,
or shall the angst burst through all I have learnt
and mount an insurrection.
The dark clouds lie heavy upon my shoulders
and my heart cries out for comfort.
This is far too familiar.
However I have the sad truths that I have learnt,
lessons that have scarred my life,
their wounds still open.
I am waiting for tomorrows promise of purpose,
but my hope has become frail and small.
How I wish that my faith could mount up
with wings like the eagle
and the song could be real,
the anwers to my prayers,
living lyrics.
Oh melody, please don't rise with lies
in your anthem,
oh song, let the storm of hope
break into your chorus.