I sit inside here waiting.

            Childish anticipating.

To hear your voice resounding.

            No chance of my confounding.

All plans of your perfection.

            I hold back from rejection.

But I find patience waning.

            No confirmation gaining.

I can’t hold out much longer.

            You’ll have to be the stronger.

Please send me some assurance.

            Your spirit’s stayed endurance.

My heart is fading faster.

            I fear some sure disaster.

Your hand I cannot feel.

            Your voice to me unreal.

Oh grant me one more glance.

            Perhaps a second chance.

But still I sit here waiting.

            No hope anticipating.

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