I was walking a road
Careless, because I see no end
Careless, because I'm more than happy
But I began to get tired, Weary
My knees Blew out
My back broke
On this road I pass out
On this road I died
But a strike of Hope
That when I Awake
To seeing you
To want you
To hold you
My Knees Replace
My Back Heals
And I Walk, Run
Again
Again, where I left off
But its now different
I have you
a Light
to guide me
to help me
to show me the way
of this road, it never ends
with you
my love
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