She waited, played with her thumbs, and waited some more.
Her eyes were fixed; she wasn't sure what she was waiting for.
She just sat, there was nothing else she could do.
So she waited, and prayed a little too.

She'd never prayed often, so I guess that's a sign.
Whatever she waited for, it was worth her time.
Patience was something she had lacked her whole life.
It was probably the cause of her problems and most of her strife.

She constantly finds herself waiting; for this and for that.
But after twenty minutes she'd wait no more, this was a fact.
That's what she told herself as the twenty minutes passed,
And she found that she was still sitting there, wating, stead fast.

She heard each second ring on the inside of her head.
She was tired, unmoving, it's no doubt she felt dead.
But she waited and waited; thinking it'll come soon.
Hours more went away, waiting in that room.

She wouldn't budge, wouldn't give up; she'd wait.
But inevitably, she was becoming sedate.
And I, being her thoughts swirled and twisted
No stay awake, I promise twenty more minutes is it

Just, wait, it'll all end
But dim was her vision
And our will to wait will have to wait.
We'll see what it was another day.