Back and forth in the day to day blur
written on paper by her, the words do not stir
Patience inside me as I pass the world by,
Patience in the city, can do nothing but hide,
When the words they are ready, the words they will come,
to their place in my heart, their place one by one,
And the words they do fill me, they are the life within me,
And the words they do fill me, as does your memory
written on paper by her, the words do not stir
Patience inside me as I pass the world by,
Patience in the city, can do nothing but hide,
When the words they are ready, the words they will come,
to their place in my heart, their place one by one,
And the words they do fill me, they are the life within me,
And the words they do fill me, as does your memory
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