The things we wait for.
The things we fight for.
Oh, how it can make us bitter.
Being honest, often the wait takes longer than we want, the fight costs more than we expect. And time age us, time tries it’s damned best to steal our joy in the waiting,
our joy in the fighting; we miss the biggest picture: freedom.
To be able to declare I will wait and fight, fight to wait. Hell, even wait to fight.
Such soul-soaring freedom to wait, to be able to wait. To fight to wait.
Not because we must; because we believe.
Mary's One Hundred 