Sitting on an old bench,
Taking in the sweet smells of Spring;
Eyes closed,
A small smile resting on my face.
Thoughts of you and truth,
Sit gently on my mind.
Chorus:
I'll be patient,
I'll hold still,
I'll wait till time,
Agrees with what's willed.
I don't want to rush,
I don't want you to push,
Take your time,
When it's right, we'll move.
Chorus:
I'll be patient,
I'll hold still,
I'll wait till time,
Agrees with what's willed.
When it's Spring,
And the flowers are to bloom,
Take my hand and I promise,
I'll make room.
Bridge:
I'll be waiting here,
Hands clasped in prayer,
When time's made you to who you're meant to be,
I will fit into that picture.
Chorus:
I'll be patient,
I'll hold still,
I'll wait till time,
Agrees with what's willed.
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