Same Old Story

Waiting for the right moment, 

For the right magic,

I know thing aren't gonna be better,

But still deep inside somewhere,

A little hope is left,

Candle is burning,

Light is shinning, 

Trying to lite-up inside,

but darkness is more powerful.

Capturing the soul,

Making it slave,Casting a spell,

Then once more,

I will be standing there,

Waiting for the right moment, 

For the right magic.

Repeating Same old story again and again.

By Missy Khan