sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
sitting in the dark and here I hide
waiting for I know not what
just waiting waiting
for someone to remember
waiting to wake up from the nightmare
waiting for the angels to come
waiting for dawn to come
waiting for oblivian
no more nightmares or pain
sitting here in the dark hiding
waiting for the light
waiting for the improbable if not impossible
(c) Cara 2007