Good things come to those who wait?
The rich man grows richer still
The greed meets tragic end
My life encased in sin

Again I sit here, heart guiding hand
My mind wants to spell a curse
I cannot curse thy name
But this curse upon me now
Casts no spell of hope

Practice makes perfect
But what if I already am
This gift in which you gave
How am I still without which to utilize?

I am still the impatient leaf
Grant me your love to set my quill at ease
I caught a falling star to watch it burn my hand
I fall face down for forgiveness, make me one again