Waiting for Dawn
is the same
As making friends with the dark
As getting close to the night
As smart as swimming away from a shark
As crazy as it seems,
She cries for my heart
for what I've know all along.
Hungry bugs bit my legs
I scratch each bite into a welt.
It doesn't matter what I felt,
She waits for me in my dreams.
2003
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