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.