There She Waits...
There she waits...
There she waits with flowers and drawings
Awaiting your return
Beaming with excitement and joy
As she eagerly waits her turn
Her turn to be loved unconditionally,
With protection and care
As she sees other children run to their dads
That seems fair
Years go by
and he never even gives her a call.
She's still there,
flowers, drawings and all
She can't stop living as though he's gonna one day love her
Loveless marriage, No self worth and more devours her
She knows where her issues stem from
But is in denial
She doesn't know what to do with her life
Out of denial
Afraid of judgement, failure and broken hearts
She stays where she is dying of a shattered heart
She finds peace in music and in the faces of children
It seals together some of the tiny pieces of her shattered heart
She also finds peace in dancing. In so her soul leaves to visit HaShem to pour out all of the pain that tortures her suffering heart.
Love can cure her heart. She knows this and she craves it.
A drowning of unconditional love and much affection. She needs it. So she thinks.
She cries out to Elohim
to forgive her for wanting more love
And can't seem to find an appetite
to keep from dying of a lack of love
She believes if she tries hard enough
she can win the approval of others
But with every good deed, every selfless act
still she feels unworthy and judged by others
Maybe living her passion will grant her that much needed love and attention
She knows that will only grant her conditional and temporary attention
She thinks there's another out there for her who'll give her the love she needs
All the while repenting of wanting to break up a home and her selfish needs
But she can't help but feel worthless, neglected and starved of love
She's dying for your love. The day you left she began dying for your love.
There she waits with dead flowers and faded drawings
Awaiting your return
Drowning by lack of love and affection
As she eagerly waits her turn
Her turn to be loved unconditionally,
With protection and care
As she sees other children run to their dads
Does that seems fair?
Written and Copyright by L.B. Hamilton
All writings stem from life experience or imagination.
