Human Drama

The Waiting Hour

Human Drama


When your bag of secrets opened up and spilled 
That radiant glow just disappeared 
You rained down from the clouds 
You were in 

Sometimes we can be so blind 
But how does pain so bad not bleed 
You push 
Sometimes you don't expect to fall 

But it's the violent turning of the golden rule 
A lifetime of hell for every minute of heaven 

I know your heart is breaking 
Here in the waiting hour 
And I know it will never heal 
Here in the waiting hour 

So cross your fingers, or your heart 
Your idle wish commands no more 
The mirror you hate 
Reveals all in this world you control