everyday that passes i grow weary
with waiting for you because you never come
no calls no mails nothing
aprt ffrom the bird
that sings outside my window
deep in sleep
when i think am forgetting it all
that i can go on
the bird outside my window brigs it backfresh
with its song in the morning
well there is hope
in everything everything
when i look at the bids fly
the toddlers play and kick
i get the hope that
one day you will sing a song to me
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