In the light.. In the dark..

A soul looking for spark..

 

Past is gone.. leaving behind a vision of future..

Present is soothing with its lingering nature..

Be a little patient.. for I am stuck..

In my fears.. In my luck.

 

Want to see the glitters.. the flowers.. the roses..

Filled with love and without any clauses..

Be a little patient.. for I am lost..

In my own.. in this frost.

 

Don’t want to give away the freedom.. the pleasure.. the fight..

But I do want to see the stars.. the light..

Be a little patient.. for I am tired..

Of giving away.. of the scars acquired..

 

Loving the fog in this wintry night..

Yes, I am ready to take the flight..

Be a little patient.. for I am scared..

Of the storm.. of my wounds bared.