...And even when the thick seems thinner, why do we still leave it to fate?
Waiting on you.. waiting for you,
Still walking on the road,
That did end before a mile or two..
I’m still walking.. trudging along
The same old, endless roads.
With a promise once made,
That bridged right and wrong,
A dream we dreamt together,
To lay this promise bare,
While still hoping on hope
That I’ll meet you there...
