Waiting...
In the days they speak to me,
With all their history,
Their little ways,
And passing phases,
Oh so consistently,
As the gazes reached for me,
With that intensity,
Through this maze,
Of misled praise,
The words get into me.
Staring at faces of our times,
To reconcile,
There's always patience waiting,
For a place in our minds,
And that autumn you'll find,
Every orphan will lose their need to pine,
Reassure them,
The world before them,
Staring at faces.
Change,
'Cause words alone will soon dissolve,
And leave us with a fate,
We can't console,
In the zone,
Conscious of tones,
We can't resolve.
Staring at faces of our times,
To reconcile,
There's always patience waiting,
For a place in our minds,
And that autumn you'll find,
Every orphan will lose their need to pine,
Reassure them,
The world before them,
Staring at faces.