On the long dusty roads,
I will wait for the rains.
I will wait till everything is muddy
and then, till it washes all the pain.
I will stand all drenched, not to stop waiting
for your hand to hold mine.
For then, there will be winter
biting away my skin.
I will wait through the shivers,
curling and cuddling.
I will sit here shivering, not to stop waiting for
the warmth of your hair.
Let the sun show its wrath
and burn down my clothes.
I will wait for the roads to go dusty
and pierce my eyes.
I will sit all burnt, not to stop waiting for
the comfort of your arms.
Only the roads would know how much I waited,
and only my waiting would know you never came back.
