Patiently the little mouse sat upon the rock
Waiting just where she was told.
Patiently she watched the waves go by
The Summer sun, turning to Winters cold.

Patiently she sat and thought
Of all the promises he promised when.
Patiently she sat and dreamed
Of the way things surely would be then.

Patiently the little mouse
Grew older as the lights grew dim.
Patiently she waited out
Sure this time, she'd hear from him.

Patiently, that little mouse
Grew tired with each passing day, and
Patiently she began to dream
Of all the times she's waited away.

Patiently one day, the mouse
Grew weary from her lifeless years, so
Impatiently she'd given up
The life she held in years of tears.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Daedalan, in the year 392 AF.