Oman Freestyle - Waiting

apparently i can't hear you

my mind is numb to your pain

I feel that familiar feeling

water flows from my eyes like rain

on a heavy thursday morning



taking control of the situation

sitting in the drivers seat

pressing my hands against yours

mingling with souls

everlasting



night slips quietly into day

grey skies unfold into sight

taking all the things of mine

stealing my mood without a fight

pushing me deeper into me



right hands reaching to the heavens

wanting, knowing, needing life

stretching to the sun like a kite

feeling, holding, taking love

free as a bird, white as a dove