Dancing and frolicking,
My heart is floating up and up.
Here I am waiting with joy.

Click, Swing, he has opened the door.
Now my heart is racing,
Racing to the door.
Racing to be answered of my silly thoughts of hunger.


No answer comes, not to me.
I am still waiting, waiting to be free.
And though I will not show it in my eyes,
There is disappointment flooding my mind.

I wait like this, until he is done,
Done with his rambling.
And now, I run

I run up the stairs,
But my heart won’t stop sinking.
I close my eyes,
But the fear is still blinking.

So I sit and wait for it all to go away,
Which leads me back to the beginning,
Where I am waiting,
waiting to be free.