Those who trampled over you are long forgotten
No not forgotten…  just not important
So what hurts so much, still?
Making it hard to breathe life in

It’s not the memory of the past,
But the wait for the future… at last
Telling yourself to wait, wait for your day…
It will be here … some day

Wait… wait for your day


© 2011 Richa

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