Counting the Days by R.J. Shewmake
It's day Forty-Six, and I'm still waiting,
Counting the seconds as time passes.
I will always wait, for the day my life shall Spring.
But each day feels slower; like growing molassis.
But in the end, I know I'll smile.
Because once it's done, this eternal wait,
I will see again what was lost long while,
Ending my heart's long aching debate.
But until the day I smile is here,
I must be patient and wait out the pain.
Each second spent is but a new tear,
As each day gone pass is but a strain.
Soon the sun shall rise,
And day Forty-Seven shall be born.
This aching wait, oh how I despise...
For every day I count, my heart is slowly torn.
But I've said once already, and I will say it again.
These words I endure which keep me at extent.
"It will all be worth it, once the wait comes to its end."
"It will all be worth the while, worth the counted days I've spent."
The moon has fallen, and thus the day has died.
The sun gives birth again, to the Forty-Eighth day.
But today you were sad, I knew as I cried.
A gentle soul's heart, flowing tears with every sway.
I know when you're sad, I recognize those tears,
I want you to be happy, I want you to smile.
I want to ease your pain, to take away your fears.
Please don't lie to me, please don't turn to denial.
I will always count time,
A day for each that will pass by.
Your love will always be my divine,
Because my love for you is one I won't deny.
It's day Forty-Six, and I'm still waiting,
Counting the seconds as time passes.
I will always wait, for the day my life shall Spring.
But each day feels slower; like growing molassis.
But in the end, I know I'll smile.
Because once it's done, this eternal wait,
I will see again what was lost long while,
Ending my heart's long aching debate.
But until the day I smile is here,
I must be patient and wait out the pain.
Each second spent is but a new tear,
As each day gone pass is but a strain.
Soon the sun shall rise,
And day Forty-Seven shall be born.
This aching wait, oh how I despise...
For every day I count, my heart is slowly torn.
But I've said once already, and I will say it again.
These words I endure which keep me at extent.
"It will all be worth it, once the wait comes to its end."
"It will all be worth the while, worth the counted days I've spent."
The moon has fallen, and thus the day has died.
The sun gives birth again, to the Forty-Eighth day.
But today you were sad, I knew as I cried.
A gentle soul's heart, flowing tears with every sway.
I know when you're sad, I recognize those tears,
I want you to be happy, I want you to smile.
I want to ease your pain, to take away your fears.
Please don't lie to me, please don't turn to denial.
I will always count time,
A day for each that will pass by.
Your love will always be my divine,
Because my love for you is one I won't deny.
