Musings…

Sometimes there is time and space, and maybe, I forget your face
But when all the roads I’ve traveled turn to dust, and all the bridges I’ve built begin to rust…there is love, there is you.
When I ramble on and words are the weapons I choose, when I hear you call and still refuse….there is love, there is you.
When I turn my back on all I know, and when the winds of time begin to blow, when all of life’s lessons have left me cold….when forever unfolds, there is love, there is you.
Still standing…commanding, my heart to beat.

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