I know where you’re going-and I see where you’ve been.
Patience is a virtue and mine with you, is wearing thin.
It’s easy to sit and wait;
speak with words you’ve stolen from better men than you.
Doors, they help to open;
in time, will cease to let you through.
Is it easy to stand and sigh?
…bid another friend goodbye.
Lights can shine too bright here; so nobody can see.
Hide safe behind your light, dear, but understand it will not blind me.
I know it will do no good- I would hurt you if I could.
The Staves- Tongue Behind My Teeth