Waiting To Be Saved

[Mister Smith]

Waiting To Be Saved



A darkness grows inside,

A bitter emptiness,

Waiting, waiting.

A tortured sigh drowns out my soul,

An eternal cry,

Weeping, weeping.

The laughter echoes in my head,

Insanity pending,

Mocking, mocking.

Here I am,

Waiting to be saved.

A bird flies past my window,

A hopeful gesture,

Singing, singing.

A dream of you on a summer’s day,

All dressed in blue,

Smiling, smiling.

Sharing a kiss,

And that special moment,

Hoping, hoping.

Here I am,

Waiting to be saved.