The Waiting Game

There's a glance you gave to me that made me see and seem

not like all the other men that joined you in their dreams.

It made me feel down deep inside a special kind of fear;

knowing that despite my work it'd only end in tears.

But you took my heart right by its strings and tied it in a bow

and let me know you cared for me and that you loved me so.

You tore me down to blood and bone and washed away the grime.

You scrubbed away the dirt and grit and gave away your time

to mend up a man that had no right to call himself the same:

to patiently sit down and pause and play the waiting game.

And wait you did for thirty years with brilliant, sparkling eyes:

watching my heart beat on screen, surrounded by the lies

that one day soon I'd jolt awake and give to you my thanks

but hope faded with your eyes and you joined them in their ranks.

The ranks of those that understood my time was coming fast

and even then you sat in place, stubborn to the last.

You took right then my hand in yours, worn and torn by age,

and remained unmoved and resolute as I shuffled off this cage.

Because you knew that in this life we only get one chance

and all of this, your love, your soul... was given in a glance.