I sit on this park bench infront of this waterfall and wait for you,
Will you ever come?
Oh wait yes! i see you! could you be walking towards me?
All my dreams hopes and fears come to the surface,
And i watch you walk by me to the arms of another,
So here i sit dying inside but i still wait for the time that you might stop and come to my arms.
I will always be waiting for you.
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Somebody Called Cheyenne
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