Revere

Winter’s branch stands deceived
Earth communing on her leaves
Waiting to be like something else

Ray of sun struck the floor
My hands made puppets on the door
Reaching to be like someone else

And I hear that the walls were coming in
I revere that you are still waiting
Have I taken you for granted?

Beside me
Always beside me
Beside me
Always beside me

There will grow in me a place
A garden of the things you say
To wait, and be okay with myself

Against the black midnight hour
Built in me a quiet power
To wait, and be okay with myself

And I hear that the walls crumblin’ in
I revere that you’re still waiting
And I hear that the walls crumblin’ in
I revere that you’re still waiting
Have I taken you for granted

Beside me
Always beside me
Beside me
Always beside me

Beside me
Always beside me
Beside me
Always beside me