Sat for a season in my chair Waiting for him to realize That I still loved him. Nothing stirred me to move He never reached out Had he forgotten? Snow falls on an empty porch Nobody has the desire to decorate. Sins lay around a home Nobody is wanting to be in. Fortitude is the fragrant flower I now bask in for glory. Desires bloom across empty fields I no longer find peace and harmony in. The truth lies somewhere between A moment I said my peace And the second you left me Wanting.