Waiting

Waiting Waiting Waiting

Waiting waiting waiting
It seems to be all that we can do
Without so much as a clue
As to what it could possibly be
That we are constantly waiting for
What could be behind that closed door
That keeps us waiting waiting waiting
In a line with no end
A road with no bend
We waste our lives with no explanation
No care to learn the reason why
We sit and wait for our time to die
Just waiting waiting waiting
Feeling safe in the prison of time
Content to just wait in the line
On a slow march to our death
Seemingly without the will to fight
Our souls will stay surrounded by night
Forever waiting waiting waiting