FaithFull 'til The Inn

As the seven seas’ buried treasures prove unreal 

Coal Mines are brimmed to the top with lackluster gems

Will you believe me then? 

When gold-pan-flakes, pan-out only a fluke 

That you and I are s’pposed to grow old 

Alas! It is a symptom, now known   

Cast a spell with powers to draw you near’r 

Tell the glass “replace reflections, bring Him here” 

Waiting patiently for you to show  

If not, then you’ll always feel what I feel 

That you and I were supposed to grow old 

Maybe it was Your symptom, now known   

You can blame it on me ‘cause I was never too bold 

Didn’t play my cards right, I would fold 

I blame it on the pricetag placed on my time and soul 

If I am not worthy why don’t you tell me so 

Why you and I will never grow old 

Must be that damn symptom, now known   

There's a child waiting to be born 

Waiting for us to resuscitate Love, Family, Hope, and Home 

“Oh, my! What a time to be alive!” they’ll start to say

But that will never happen if we continue this Child’s Play 

How are we supposed to Show Them the way 

If you don’t Show Me 

     …If you don’t Show.   

                 (Rendition of Maxwell's Symptom Unknown)

Author's Note

TrueLOVE is worth the wait.