I'm tired.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait

for what?

Can you give me an answer?

no. 

that's what I thought.

*sigh*

When  I am old  what answer will you give me then?

For time is not on my side and ultimately I pay the price.

Right  now your words feel empty and hollow.

I have sat here and cried ugly tears
I've mourned. I've bled.

That was years ago but still fresh for my salvation is farther from reach.

Years I must wait and all with out a promise.
Only my hope sustains yet I am starving for some fuel for the fire.

I cry anew, for both him and you.