Patience can be a virtue.
Sometime you have to rest and just wait.
Go to the desert and wander the wilderness
Of your heart’s deepest desire.
Find a likely twig and spin a cocoon
Rest and wait and hope
Pray the rain won’t wash you away
That the snow will not freeze your bones
That some rude youngster
Won’t light a fuse in your hair
Thinking this is your funeral pyre.
You might just dry up and blow away
Get lost in the winds of change
But rest and wait anyway
A call might come
A miracle happen
Your wings might unfurl
And your soul fly free
It is important to be ready
To say yes
If that day should come.