Distance
It's great, it's far, and the path stretches wide, but I still walk.
It's great, it's far, and the path stretches wide, but I still walk
From the deserts to the tundra I traveled,
Day and night, day and night, one day I will be there.
How far have I walked to get to you?
How far must I travel to see your face once again?
My legs, they want to stop as they prepare to break, but my heart tells them to go,
No, I won't stop, and my love can't, I am physically drained
Emotionally strained, I felt your pain, tears, pure, bright.
When I get there, I'll wipe them away, and you'll be happy today
for this distance, its never too far away.
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