I wait to be born, I wait to die (not yet),
I wait to give life; I wait in line.
Yes, we all wait for rain; maybe it's all
good the longer we wait, the deeper
the roots grow; when it does rain, viola,
there be a rainbow, you know.
I wait for the bus to pick me up;
I then again wait for the bus not to be late.
Patiently, I save and wait for a
pickup truck. I waited many a nights
for a place to close my eyes.
I wait for the sunshine while I pray
that the son of mine be fine.
I wait for the son to shine as I
wait for that rainbow — but not for rainbow;
neither for a pot of gold.
I rather pray not to get too old
to see to lose my child.
We all wait for peace!
I wait for tears, but they won't come
maybe I ran out of them one by one.
I used to walk between the raindrops.
Now, I just laugh between the teardrops.
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