Margins

Am I fighting the wrong fight?

Wanting to write to you,

And call you every night?

Am I fighting the wrong fight?

When I want to be there with you

Until the sun shines bright?

Am I fighting the wrong fight?

When I build on the distance

With us on different sides?

Am I fighting the wrong fight?

When I want you back

And hold you so tight?

Am I fighting the wrong fight?

One that makes you think

I’m not respecting your wishes right

Am I fighting the wrong fight?

By staying away to see

If you’d come back by my side

The margins of hope and patience. I want you.

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