Did the world hold only heartache for her?
She wondered this often.
She would allow herself to believe in love
...just for this “one last time”
one time too many, it seemed.

Each time her heart was lifted by the promise of love.
You know, the love that is true .
But each time she came close to believing in the promises
love burned and crashed, leaving her less able to believe.

Darkness falls upon her day.
A day full of phone calls, work to be done and bills to pay.
She stumbles home with a work-weary mind
and a sore and heavy heart
to a lonely apartment, full of echoing sadness.

Sagging down on her living room couch,
she wonders if life will continue in this rut she has made.
Can she ever break free of this never ending cycle
of men who lie, men who cheat and men who leave.

Numbly she wonders if life is worth the effort.
Can she seriously wake up to many more of these kind of days.
She stumbles to the kitchen, throws in a “lean cuisine” in the microwave.
Showers and changes into her PJ’s. Gathers her “gourmet meal” up along
with a 20 oz bottle of diet coke and eats in front of the T.V., as usual.

Now she lays herself down to sleep.
As she slips off into dreamland,
she prays to the Lord, her soul to keep....
and dreams of the man she is waiting for.

In the morning, she wakes up and finds herself
back in her empty lonely apartment.

Waiting.