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I Hate The Wait (Weight)
I get up in the morning And want to stay in bed Oh, so nice and warm Like fresh from the oven bread. My day is oh so busy I wish that I could stay In the quiet of my house If only I could play. Relax and play like Children do No matter where they are Never worried about being late Or looking ahead too far My body won't sit quietly I need to get there now No time to chat, I now must go All I can say is Chow I hate to wait For time to pass Time to eat To get some gas Tick Tock of the clock I look into the sky The numbers move so slowly I wish that they would fly The weight won't move at all today And the wait is way too long I am doing the best I can To help move time along. I can not control the numbers On the clock or on the scale I need to remember that they are things And that I will never fail. Time will pass without my help, The scale gets thrown away I will learn to breathe these words, I will to learn to say to say: Say the words that matter In soul, In Heart and Voice I have enough, I do enough, I am enough For each day is a choice.
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