Wrapping our secrets with silk of secrecy
Stashing them deep inside our beats of life
Worrying over others rather than ourselves
Mending our believes with the term 'be patient for it's ought to come to an end'
Be patient my dear
You'll get all out
But our time isn't here yet
Put a balm onto your cuts
Until they heal
I know you're a captive of a fed up heart
But it's a solid guard from the bitter ache of them being unfold
Be patient my dear
The time is almost here
Time does not disappoint
The light will shine bright through
And on the path you'll never lose hope
