Anticipation Grows as the Day Grows Cold
Anticipation grows as the day grows cold Desperation builds over the old Moving from the left to right over and over again Finding the middle is when we truly begin Seeking the truth behind all the lies A life filled with sorrow while learning to fly Words are empty it’s actions that count As we come together the force does mount Feeling sorrow for her as she lies in the dust Being exiled from Heaven what a bust United our desire to feel her pain Will indeed raise her in joy all the same Bringing those that feel here sorrows deep with in Bountiful joys, revealing there's none else but him