...and then He said that "it's possible," with an expectant tone. "And you'll probably figure out that you most likely won't be alone." He speaks now with prophesy, "You'll take your hands off the table, and lower your head."

oh..."When did this get so complicated? When did this get so bad?"

Vindictive yet, His morale is precise " 'It's the end of the night for me,' you'll say. But do you still hate the life that you audaciously refuse to leave? Reservation will fill your lungs then you will be muffled with doubt, and you'll mutter your 'where, when, how's'... but you know I can't answer that now"
There was a pause.
"You're not listening" He said gracefully, with a softer voice."Don't expect anything to happen but to be in my arms when it does."

oh... "When did I get so found? I know you never promised the easy way out. I won't settle for less than the best that you have to offer me... the BEST."


** Narrative of a new song named "With Pride and Pardon" that I'll be recording soon. **