I'll keep my feet moving,
keep the hope burning inside of me
safe and covered from the blustering wind
that's been trying to blow it out.
We'll see the world
from different directions,
build the stories that we'll
soon share with each other;
until our eyes meet,
until your bellow reaches my ears.
Until that moment when I reach
out my hand and I can feel
you clasping your fingers
around it,
holding me tight beside you
as we bravely face towards the direction
where the wind will finally blow us.
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