I’m stiLL WaiTiNg FoR The time We wiLL mEeT,
EveN i Am TirEd, i’LL AlWAys Be WAitIng,
BuT soMeTiMEs i ASk MysElf,
Why wOUld i Wait For HIm.
I Am sTiLL HopIng,
Wish you WiLL aLso FeEL,
The ThiRst That’s fOr ReaL,
That My HearT WiLL Be FulfILL.
MAybe i Just Stop,
That I LEarn to Search,
EvErsinCe I was a ChiLd, You’re LikE a sToRm,
EvErythiNg BetWeEn Us Is Not EnouGh.
AnD now I’m HoPing,
that The ResUlT Of My Waiting,
iS we WiLL MeeT In FuTuRe,
And you wILL caLL me “DAughter”
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