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WAITING IN THE WINGS

I know there have been happy times,
and I'm not here to whine.
It seems that they're submerged somewhere,
and I can't bring the memory to mind.

Around me sometimes a jolly crowd,
can cause me to stop and stare,
and I mutter to myself aloud,
"Why can't I be there ?"
Yet something in my spirit sings.
waiting in the wings.

Chorus
I listen to the songbirds sing.
I watch the children play.
I hear the church bells when they ring,
calling the faithful to pray.
Even amid the happy scenes,
something stands apart,
like an actor waiting in the wings,
for the moment to play their part.

I know that there are sunlit trails,
and times of peaceful pause.
It just seems apart, from an waiting heart,
which over and over calls.

In a mist of wistful watchful days,
there's a distance to the view.
A figure is moving behind the haze.
That alone seems true.
Something in my spirit sings,
waiting in the wings.

Chorus
I listen to the songbirds sing.
I watch the children play.
I hear the church bells when they ring,
calling the faithful to pray.
Even amid the happy scenes,
something stands apart,
like an actor waiting in the wings,
for the moment to play their part.


( © 2003 - "Future Folk" Music - Betty J. Curtis )

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