Waiting (Chapter Six)

I want to take it and let it become me.
I want to drink it and be full.
I want to swallow it and let it make me,
Make me how I should be made.

Sitting, Searching, Watching, Waiting.
Make me what I should be made.

Maybe someday she'll come and find me.
Maybe someday she'll make me whole.
Maybe someday she will bind me,
and she will be come my world.