When the cold night howling wind
blows through me as if I were empty
I will ask for patience,

When the darkness closes in around me
so tight that I can't lift my arm through it's density,
I will use my patience,

And when my future looks like a endless tunnel
that lies before me, and I've no way to travel through it,
I will still wait,
for you.

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