Wait

feel i'm on the verge

of some greath thruth

were i'm finally in my place

but i'm thumbling still for proof

and it's cluttering my space

casting shadows on my face

i know i have a strength to move ahead

i can hardly leave my room

so i'll sit perfecty still

and i'll listen for a tune

when the mind is on the moon

and if i stumble

and if i stall

and if i slit now

and if i should fall

and if i cant be all that i could be

will you, will you wait for me