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Waiting for a sign
Never gonna get one
Fear runs too rampant in us all
Will to be happy
Overshadowed
by the knowledge that we could be wrong.

I don't want to be wrong.
I want to spill my heart
spill my soul.
Speaking my mind
letting my dreams come true.

But if wrong?
No, can't handle that pain.
Too much in the past
too afraid to look to the future
So forever wallowing in the present with no direction
Too frightened by reality
to hope my desires are real.

Still, don't know myself enough
to know if what I feel is real
If this is where I'm supposed to be.
Praying.
Asking.
Searching.
Begging.
All for the path to take.

Why can't it be together?
Maybe it can, but still waiting for the sign
The one that will never come.