For I’m just waiting to see dreams through wonder, to gain patience through struggle. I’m just waiting for love to be my compass no location set to go, a direction I’ll blindly flow.

So I’m just waiting for my soul to be the key to my favors the ink to my pages. For I once believed we could touch the sky with our fingertip to be ignorant all day and smile along the way.

So wait for me, wait for me. For I once heard the imagination of one can discover the soul of many for I once read that we are not completely rain.

For I once heard there was a path that lovers flowed, not that they knew about it, but they saw views a blind man can see they saw between lies and they smiled along the way.

And along the way I found my soul waiting, found a compass that pointed at four directions. Along the way I found pages already written, found wonder when I was waiting, found the soul through believing, and all I did was smile along the way and discovered imagination that made me go looking.