waiting February 18, 2024 a poet's playground, evocative muse i’m calling you i’m calling you out here in the cold i’m calling your name send a sign that i don’t call in vain let me know my voice is heard my heart is breaking my soul is aching waiting
1 nation oh say can you see down the street the mayhem that shouldn’t be through the dawns early light put down your weapons we were not meant to fight what proudly we hail’d our rights to be free to love one