HINDSIGHT

Had I foreseen my child's terrible pain, I'd have stayed married, gladly enduring the abuse.

Waiting

True love to a young girl is an undiscovered treasure

The kind of which there’s no limit, no measure

That’s what the young girl dreams of…

So she waits, she hopes, she’s undeterred

She searches and prays and hopes to be heard

Because true love is what this young woman dreams of…

But she’s older now and has dreamed for so long

And sadly, so far, no love has come along

But alas, it’s still what this old woman dreams of…