Sitting here waiting for the sunrise
Wringing my face
Wiping my eyes
The first thing is sorrow
The second thing is pain
Child, you’ll just have to try it again
Sitting here waiting for the sunrise
Wringing my worries
Wiping my eyes
The first thing is sorry
The second thing is hurt
Child, I’m on my way
Child of mine,
Be waiting for me
Rest your head
Close your eyes
Patience has its virtue wrapped around you
Love has thrown its heart into your cries
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