Silver Moon, Waiting Heart

Songtext

When Will It Be My Turn? [Verse 1] She sits beside the window As the evening fades away, Watching people living lives She dreamed she’d have someday. Her silver hair holds memories Of a girl nobody knew, Who walked those crowded hallways With no one walking too. [Verse 2] She never got the phone calls, Never had a best friend’s name, Never had somebody waiting When the Friday evening came. She learned to hide the hurting, She learned to say, “I’m fine,” But every time she watched them laugh, She wondered, “Why not mine?” [Chorus] When will it finally be my turn? How much longer must I wait? I’ve stood outside of happiness And watched it close the gate. I’ve given love, I’ve swallowed tears, I’ve tried my whole life through… Does anybody see me? Does anybody care what I’ve been through? Lord, I’ve waited all these years— When will it finally be my turn? [Verse 3] The years kept moving faster, And the mirror told the truth, But somewhere underneath those lines Still lives that lonely youth. That girl who prayed tomorrow Would be different from today, But every time she found some hope, It somehow slipped away. [Pre-Chorus] They say everybody gets their time, Their moment in the sun… She’s spent a lifetime wondering If hers will ever come. [Chorus] When will it finally be my turn? How much longer must I wait? I’ve stood outside of happiness And watched it close the gate. I’ve given love, I’ve swallowed tears, I’ve tried my whole life through… Does anybody see me? Does anybody care what I’ve been through? Lord, I’ve waited all these years— When will it finally be my turn? [Bridge] Maybe I don’t need a thousand friends, Maybe I just need one Who’ll sit with me when nights get long And stay ‘til morning comes. Someone who won’t forget my name, Or leave when times get tough… After all these years of giving, Am I finally worth enough? [Final Chorus] Maybe now it can be my turn, Maybe I don’t have to wait. Maybe there’s a little happiness Still waiting past that gate. I’ve still got love inside this heart, Though it’s battered, worn and bruised, And maybe someone’s searching For a heart like mine to choose. I’ve spent a lifetime asking why… And praying for the day Someone looks into these tired eyes And doesn’t walk away. [Outro] So tonight I’ll leave the porch light on, Though hope still makes me hurt… And whisper one more time beneath my breath: “When will it be my turn?”