Now waiting has no meaning,
No purpose left, no hope worth dreaming.
It serves no use, yet still I stay,
Waiting in silence, day by day.
I wait… though I know not why,
Perhaps for a truth I cannot deny.
Perhaps for nothing, perhaps for peace,
Or for this longing to someday cease.
Maybe I wait for the silence to grow,
To quiet the feelings I cannot show.
Until my restless heart finds release,
And learns to let go, and live in peace.
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