Thursday, February 25, 2010

Waiting for the Bus

Every morning while I wait for you
I think of thoughts not altogether new
Every morning while I wait for you
I also wait for the sky to turn blue
From black and grey, as it has been
These past mornings



Every morning while I wait for you
I hope for a better day
But every morning
I am just thankful for another day
And the surprise it brings

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