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When you’re on an endless highway

is there any hope at all

that a destination will be reached,

and you can finally fall

back in the arms of the one you lost,

in the home you left behind?

For despite the years spent traveling,

more highway’s all I find.


They say that life’s a journey,

comprised within a dream.

A quest designed to test the will

and faith in things unseen.


So each day when the sun sinks low

and the highway fades to dusk,

I look and see you standing there

and know I that can trust.

Thus, I keep traveling on and on

and fight this empty stare,

and fill the time with dreams of when…

I’ll finally reach you there.


reunitingcoming home

◄ I Used To Have

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