Always Waiting from Something Human by Tyrone Sanborn Webster

I can’t help, but think of this
As a wake up call, a certain bliss is waiting
For us to come around again.
Within myself is a dimming light Imprisoned here with my will to fight Always waiting
For me to come around again.

Trapped inside of your thinning walls
I can hear your voice and the lies it spoke I was waiting
For truth to come around again.

My heart it sank but it remains whole
More than I can say for your looted soul
Always waiting
For us to turn around again.

And through this stray fire
I will come around again
And through this thick mire
We will come around again
And through this stray fire
I will come around again

We will come around again

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