When Is It My Turn

Mama worked the diner from dawn 'til closing time,

Daddy's in the barn, fixin' what he finds.

Sister married young, she’s got her own brood,

And here I stand waiting, stuck in my own shoes.

The preacher says patience is a faithful friend,

But this endless waiting feels like it won't end.

The screen door slams, the clock just ticks,

I’m holding my breath, waiting on a fix.

When is it my turn? When will the sun shine?

When do the stars light the path that's mine?

I’ve held my head high through every twist and curve,

I’m just asking the Lord, when is it my turn?

The streets of this town all loop back around,

Same faces, same stories, the same sacred ground.

I’ve got dreams tied tight like a kite on a string,

But the wind won’t come—I’m stuck in this sling.

I’ve given my heart, I’ve whispered my prayers,

Through sleepless nights and all of my cares.

Still, I’m here waiting, in line to be seen,

For something beyond these small town routines.

When is it my turn? When will the sun shine?

When do the stars light the path that’s mine?

I’ve held my head high through every twist and curve,

I’m just asking the Lord, when is it my turn?