We wait, we wait
We patiently wait.
Oh Lord, Oh Lord,
What if we’re late?
No, no it cannot be so.
My feet, my feet tell me to go.
Go, go, where to go?
I don’t, I don’t, I don’t really
know.
Know, know, what do I know?
Only words, only words
With no real thought.
It’s
Hopeless, so hopeless
To be navigating this way,
What is the point, I dare to dare say?
Useless is what I call myself,
Foolish let it stand near.
Maybe you’d know
If you were clever enough
That every day I shed a tear.
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Mihaela Vasileva
I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.
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