What We Won't Do
By: Halfaway
July 9, 04

I was not waiting for the rise
I was not wanting for the end
Of any sun or any storm
Or any story I could pretend.
He was not watching his back
He was not looking away
From the road he would tread
On which he would not stay.
She did not want for this
She'd say she had no choice
In all the decisions made
Not her own, not her voice.
They will not see what they wait for
They will watch it pass them by
Like any breath of fresh air
Like any chaotic butterfly.
It will not wait for anyone
It will not watch its step
For if it were to tread a dream
It has more that must be kept.
I was not waiting for the song
I was not watching for the Moon
But you dear child, you are still here
Wanting for something
That will come too soon.