Phase II

Sitting, waiting, praying for You,
While running past the bridge of lies,
Searching the valleys for a clue,
Mocking My sad ambiguous cries.

Boy, I am so in Love with You,
The smell of fire, not yet passed,
While dawn still creeps, we’re cut in two,
As I wait our odium to surpass.

Mine, still faint, still new, for You,
No night will run from a dream,
Paint my alibi with words of ´I do´,
And some day, the ultimate will be seen.