Good things come to those who wait?   The rich man grows richer still   The greed meets tragic end   My life encased in sin      Again I sit here, heart guiding hand   My mind wants to spell a curse   I cannot curse thy name   But this curse upon me now   Casts no spell of hope      Practice makes perfect   But what if I already am   This gift in which you gave   How am I still without which to utilize?      I am still the impatient leaf   Grant me your love to set my quill at ease   I caught a falling star to watch it burn my hand   I fall face down for forgiveness, make me one again