There are so many things I wish to say,
I bite my tongue so not to cause a stir.
So many things, in oh— so many ways.
To stir would cause the pot to overturn.
Just like I do most each and everyday,
Guess I'll just settle down right here and learn,
And wait for signs to fall down from the sky,
And send me where his heart calls by and by.
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