Wait For It
There are things to say
There are times to say them
There are events unfolding
Sadness reigns in the hour of vindication
The day is not yet over
The wheel is not yet finished turning
The best is yet to come
Why must beautiful ideas be so delicate and so ephemeral
There is strength in the silence
There is truth in strength
There is peace in truth
But silence equals death, which I hear is very peaceful
For the sake of the future
For love of that which was
For faith in ideals
I shall place mine hand upon my mouth and I shall not speak
Yet
(In the fervent hope that there is something to pull from the flames when it is all over... Don't turn away... Don't let go of the good... Don't lose hope... Wait for it...)
There are times to say them
There are events unfolding
Sadness reigns in the hour of vindication
The day is not yet over
The wheel is not yet finished turning
The best is yet to come
Why must beautiful ideas be so delicate and so ephemeral
There is strength in the silence
There is truth in strength
There is peace in truth
But silence equals death, which I hear is very peaceful
For the sake of the future
For love of that which was
For faith in ideals
I shall place mine hand upon my mouth and I shall not speak
Yet
(In the fervent hope that there is something to pull from the flames when it is all over... Don't turn away... Don't let go of the good... Don't lose hope... Wait for it...)
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