Down the road, up the hill, Chasing ghosts from memories Reaching out To those tangible melodies Your footprints are in the sand I Fill my feet in from behind Walking the path, being washed away By the waves that came from nowhere There’s a voice calling me, “This way leads you into the deep; Wake […]
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