Love I (Patient)

She stands by the bench
In the sun, in the rain
While her heels get all wet
And her hair flares to flame,
And the world around her
Burns to the ground,
But she will not move
'Til her bus comes around.
Though strangers pass by
With umbrellas aloft,
She refuses to walk
From the flooded bus stop;
Though the lightening strikes close
And the thunder rolls down,
She will not move
'Til her bus comes around.
Though the air turns to ice
And the world turns to gray,
Not once in her wait
Does she bend or she sway,
For she knows the Driver,
His clock's the one wound,
And it's on His time
That her bus comes around.