Tuesday, December 8, 2009


Soft footfalls across a grassy plain
One, two, one, two drive me insane
But you remind me with a humble, loving laugh,
"To this you are called, you wanderer. This is your path."

Tonight I will leave you, tonight one more time
It may not be the last, but one can never know
I can't help but regret the hopes I leave behind
Still I walk my road, without looking back I go

But until the morning takes me I will watch you sleep, my friend
You will rise and I will cry to my God to keep you in His hand.

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