You gave me 3 months to make my move,
I thought about it long and hard.

With my hands and feet tied in chains,
I thought about it long and hard.

With anger boiling like a dragon’s fire,
I though about it long and hard.

With kindness abounding like the ocean’s tide,
I thought about it long and hard.

3 months have passed, I made no move.
In silence, I licked my wounds and cried myself to sleep.
Today is your victory, celebrate while you can,
Because as you sleep each night be tormented of the thought,
That I have not yet made my move.

For I am thinking long and hard.