Waiting For Her

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Waiting For Her

 By Paul McCann

I’m waiting for her like a prisoner of time,

in a room without a door,

walking around in circles here,

while she’s far away on another shore .

It was Christmas and nearly a new year

since the day she had gone away.

When she left I was counting the hours

for her to come back home everyday .

Every second of every minute ,

was like a day in itself to me ,

time is a non existent thing

when you are living an eternity .

She had been away for so long

I thought about going to look for her .

But I couldn’t get a flight

to the place she was living in over there .

I understood she had to go away

to do the things she had to do

but I also knew that there were some other things

that she had to go through .

Then after she had done everything

she would return back to me again ,

I never thought it would be that long

before she could get back on that plane.

Tomorrow will come and another week will pass

and so I'll wait for her ,

the world it just keeps on turning

but tell me is there anybody there ?

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