The Waiters
Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 5:34 pm
I'm not a preacher but let my try for a second/
What's with all these people that have to lie for acceptance/
Do they thrive for attention or feel their way through the dark/
Not bright enough to see they really hate who they are/
Like I've said, people are so obsessed with thier image/
That they neglect and forget all the perfection within us/
Afraid of rejection so they think they need to shapeshift/
Make it up as they go, but the real them is being wasted/
Some day they'll learn as they wait for their turn/
For their dreams to come true, convinced its the way that its earned/
Gaze out to sea at all they're wanting to reach/
While I'm boarding my raft and pushing off of the beach/
Built with my dreams, it may appear as an ailment/
But my hope floats and I've got the perserverance to sail it/
Good things come if you wait, but I know a secret/
The greater things in life come to those that seek it/
Thanks for listening.
What's with all these people that have to lie for acceptance/
Do they thrive for attention or feel their way through the dark/
Not bright enough to see they really hate who they are/
Like I've said, people are so obsessed with thier image/
That they neglect and forget all the perfection within us/
Afraid of rejection so they think they need to shapeshift/
Make it up as they go, but the real them is being wasted/
Some day they'll learn as they wait for their turn/
For their dreams to come true, convinced its the way that its earned/
Gaze out to sea at all they're wanting to reach/
While I'm boarding my raft and pushing off of the beach/
Built with my dreams, it may appear as an ailment/
But my hope floats and I've got the perserverance to sail it/
Good things come if you wait, but I know a secret/
The greater things in life come to those that seek it/
Thanks for listening.