Here I stand
waiting for the night to fall;
waiting for the day
to wend its way
beyond the distant hills.
Waiting for the bitter chill
of memory
to lift its wings
and spread the hope
tomorrow brings.
Here I stand
waiting for the rain to fall
and wash away the memory
of all that was,
what used to be.
And hope will reign,
I'll smile again
and day will dawn
and you'll be gone
forever from my memory.
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