Monday, July 20

Many a Mile

On the road that leads to unknown lands,
I dream of my hands being held by his hands.
I walk on dutifully in the desert sands.
I walk on dutifully in the desert sands.

Salty pearls tease my face once in a while,
And my feet hurt from walking mile after mile.
The sun is cruel and the nightmares are vile,
But I have yet to go many a mile.
But I have yet to go many a mile.
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