Winter blows its sorrows here today <br />As I sit watching the snowflakes fall <br />Through my window i stare at that old dusty road <br />Waiting for my unknown destiny to appear <br />The candle burns lower <br />Yet, nothing shows <br />But here i'll stay <br />Till my destiny shows it's bashful face <br />Then hand in hand he'll guide me <br />Down that old dusty road, meant for me<br /><br />Brandon Dugan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-200/
