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she thinks it just might rain tonight
to wash away her painful past
tortured layers of life and time wasted
chances of eternal passion bypassed
there are no windows to let the storm in
no way to let the wind gust her soul
locked in a closet of close comfort
missing the pieces that make her whole
she tells herself she's ready to break free
her heart is pleading, desiring more
but left with nothing but tears on her side
she‘s waiting for love to knock on the door
she tries to keep a candle lit
so her light shines through the disguises
but candles do not burn forever
the last flicker taunts and despises
it isn’t easy, the fight for her heart
above a chasm of dark exposed
its threat of doom grins in confidence
her faith dashed, her open heart closed
she tells herself she's ready to take wing
her spirit is begging, longing for more
but left with nothing but tears on her side
she’s waiting for love to knock on the door
the walls are tall and shoutin’ loud
unforgiving to a lover’s plight
casting shadows, shrouding hope’s promise
throwing dreams to the chill of night
she tries to stand against the forces
that want her to cower and fold
but misfortune’s ice fills her veins
leaving her hardened body cold
she tells herself she's ready to break free
her heart is pleading, desiring more
but left with nothing but tears on her side
she‘s waiting for love to knock on the door
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