Into the vigil from hiding

His exile was now almost up

Pockets were teeming with spare change

And his mind was eating it up



He'd savored the peace that he'd had, but

Now he scans the horizon

Waiting for this storm to pass

Always waiting in silence

Just biding his time



And happened on a young lady

Up from the depths of despair

She spoke with a twist on her tongue

And a marvelous look in her eye



She's said