• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 02
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Watching and waiting for a sign
A sign of life far away in the valley,
Through the mist the promised one will come.
She is out there,
We are destined to be together,
I have called to her,
I keep calling
My voice echo's through the mountains, hills
and valley, then back to me
in one long melancholy note.
I wait for a response.
Her voice will be heard,
softer, and a slightly higher pitch.
She will return to me.
We will be reunited.
Until then I wait.
My faith is all I have.