Drowning in indecision,
in this unwalled wanton prison.
If only our fission was more.
But tonight I’m still glooming,
with today’s thoughts still looming;
oh god I’m so preciously poor.
With change soon to come,
I’m becoming undone
in this makeshift existence of mine.
But I’m clawing through seasons,
here evenin’ by evenin’,
just hoping for something divine.
For 40 days I have been waiting.
For 40 days and 40 nights.
For 40 days I have been dreaming
of your face.
But it don’t seem to make me feel alright.
For 40 days I’ve been debating.
Lord I can’t help but thinking twice.
For 40 days I have been longing
for your touch.
But I don’t know if it’d make me feel alright.
But hoping for what?
With this knot in my gut
is a chore I can hardly now bare.
With this weight like a boulder
steadfast on my shoulders,
I now see that I’ve hardly a prayer.
But I’ll stand strong, stop crying,
remember love is undying,
and throw off this stone of unrest.
Though not glittered or glossed;
in the end all’s not lost
Oh as long as this heart’s in my chest.
For 40 days I have been waiting.
For 40 days and 40 nights.
For 40 days I have been dreaming
of your face.
But it don’t seem to make me feel alright.
For 40 days I’ve been debating.
Lord I can’t help but thinking twice.
For 40 days I have been longing
for your touch.
But I don’t know if it’d make me feel alright.