Patience was once my motto,
But when it came to you,
Patience went out the window,
I wanted us to do what we could do.

But last night I had a vision,
One of death and pain.
You took a bullet to the shoulder,
Then a bullet to the brain,
I held you as you gasped your final breath.
You left your life in my arms.

I awoke sobbing and shaking,
Whishing you were there to hold me.
Curled upon myself,
I assumed it to be just a nightly nightmare.

When I meditated the next day,
Holding a living flame.
Patience the spirits warned me,
Or else face your dier fear,
That you shall loose him,
While you are standing near.

Patience they told me,
Go no further till your seventeenth year.
Then your hearts desire can be fufiled,
And to him you shall be more dear.

I did not want to listen,
I tryed to cast their words aside,
Patience they did warn me,
Will save him from your vision.

His death like that,
And the others deaths as well,
Would be fates chance.
The flip of a coin would deicde,
The fates of all those lives,
Unless you prove to be patient.

Be not one till your seventeenth year comes
After that time, all is safe,
And with your love by your side
You will complete your fate.

Without him there with you
In your task you will surely fail.
His life to you is sacred,
As you to him are dear.
So dear child have patience,
Till your seventeenth year.

I brindled at being called child,
For child I was surly not.
But patience they had told me
Would save my lovers life.
So patience we must learn,
Or else my love sacrifice his life.
 
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