Marika Straw - Waiting

A fragile moth is clinging to the plaster
The pretty thing is sitting in the light
The moth has lingered, calm for many hours
I don't know why it's waiting in the night

A lady waits, her golden ring a-twinkling
A hundred years, she's waited for her love
"He'll come again," she tells me as she sits there
She knows he died, yet still believes he lives

Waiting for deeper things
The moth and lady stay, waiting, waiting
What are we all waiting for?
Maybe for the light that brings us home

One waits for years, one only waits for hours
They wait for reasons we don't understand
And in the end, they're part of all things waiting
But do we know what we are waiting for?

Waiting for deeper things
The moth and lady stay, waiting, waiting
What are we all waiting for?
Maybe for the light that brings us home

In time, the lady's golden ring stops twinkling
It's deep and dark, enshrouded in her grave
Her waiting's over at her sweet reunion
A hundred years was worth her deeper joy

And in the night, the moth continues waiting
And then the day will live as did the night
The moth will wave its sparkly wings and lift off
Then I'll know the light it waited for

Waiting for deeper things
The moth and lady stay, waiting, waiting
What are we all waiting for?
Maybe for the light that brings us home

Waiting for deeper things
The moth and lady stay, waiting, waiting
What are we all waiting for?
Maybe for the light that brings us home
Well maybe for the light that brings us home
Well maybe for the light that brings us home

Written by:
Marika Straw

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