In a dark corner of my house I wait.
It is my corner of darkness.
I listen to the sound of creaking doors.
I listen to the sound of whistling winds.
I listen and wait.
I wait for you, or anyone else to help me.
Help me out of my corner of darkness where I wait.
I wait for you.
Will you be the one to help me?
Or will you pretend I’m not there?
Will you just stand there and stare?
What if I told you that only you could help me?
Would you walk away like you didn’t know?
Now I ask you directly, don’t turn and walk away.
Will you be the one to help me out of my dark corner, or leave me waiting?
