The Signal

I was waiting for the signal

I was waiting for the light

I was waiting for the siren

To come crying in the night

 

I was standing at the ready

I was standing by

My hand was holding steady

Cross my heart and hope to try

 

I was waiting for the rider

Listening for to know

The hour was upon us

That it was not too late to go

 

I was waiting for the enemy

I kept my eyes fixed on the door

I was always looking outside

Awaiting something more

 

I was waiting for the signal

Through each forgotten year

But it always had been crying

The hour was always here