December 23, 2007
A man sits on a chair
Waiting for it to come
To ease his pain
Take his fears away
And leave him happy
He stares down at it, waiting
Then he gulps
A haze surrounds him
Easing his pain
For now

A woman is lying
Sweat covering her from head to toe
She waits for happiness
To be called beautiful
And to be loved
Some do it for money
Others do it for power
She does it for happiness
A happiness that will never come

A little girl peers out a window
A window covered in dust and dirt
Like herself
The little girl is waiting
Clutching to her chest a small bunny
Hoping that maybe this time
He'll come home happy
And no bruises will touch her skin

They are waiting
So close we can touch them
So close we can love them
So close that they're nearby

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