Did you know waiting has claws
That scratch your skin
And lack of knowledge grows jaws
That drag you in
And hours become too long
While imagination
Sings a bewitching song
Of icy temptation
And a voice inside of your head
Whispers away
How does it feel to be walking dead
Better learn to pray
Did you know that waiting has claws
You must learn to ignore
Clamp bright hope around its jaws
And you will hear no more
Bright Hope
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