The Seedling

Soft sadness creeps into my Eyes. My brain can't figure out just why. With truth, The ghost inside me cries. I cannot hear the answer. I loved a good man Yesterday. He said he had to go away. I didn't ask him please to stay. I know about flying. When will it come, Lord? When will it come? I'll wait until the waiting's done, But Lord, when will it Come? The river Whispered what was good. I'd hold its wisdom If I could, but it left me like I Knew it would. It flows where I can't find it. When When will will it it come, Come, Lord? Lord? When will it Come? I'll wait until the waiting's done, But Lord, when will it Come? The pavement gave way to a Weed that blossomed from a Wayward seed. Sweet beauty, Do you feel my need to Know your simple secret? When will it come, Lord? When will it come? I'll wait until the waiting's done, But Lord, when will it Come? When will it come, Lord? When will it come? I'll wait until the waiting's done, But Lord, when will it Come? I will wait until the waiting's done. Lord, when will it come? I'll wait, I will wait until the waiting's Waiting's Done. I'll wait, oh, I'll the waiting's done, But Lord, when will It come?