while we play our waiting game.
It’s locked inside denied a voice
as it twists and turns and maims.
Two steps forward one step back
is how we play our waiting game.
Longing to walk in peace and love
with the fear and anger tamed.
The scars run deep the healings hard
when we play our waiting game.
We fight our battle from darkness to light
till the way ahead is plain.
We don’t need to forgive them
while we play our waiting game.
We just need some loving care
as we travel through our pain.
The wheels of time grind slowly
while we play our waiting game.
As fear dies, we learn to live our life
and gently find ourselves again.
Carol Wills Copyright © 1992
Posted in Loving Memory of my dear friend
Barbara Gooch who died August 8th 2005
