Love for me has yet to come nigh,
A broken arrow lies in my lap,
My heart's waiting for more then a gentle tap,
That arrow was used to pierce my heart,
For in my agony it has played it's part,
Love is waiting for me to knock,
While my life is passing me by,
A drifting dream was caught before,
it could ever have flown or soar,
That passion concealed within my soul,
Now on my mind taking its toll,
Being right now makes me uncontent,
Last time I was right, injustice was spent,
Love is waiting for me to knock,
As my life is passing me by,
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