The patient one

My soul was pierced
I let me slip
into the unknown

My pain so deep
I held on to it
so familiar, I should've known

But I didn't...

And as I pass you along
I wait for me
to become the patient one

Through this cold and lonely season
I welcome all the detours
cause they show up for a reason

While becoming the patient one
I anticipate
the rising of my sun

...I guess it's good that you're gone