Thursday, August 06, 2009
End of the line
Where is that, the old track going?
Where is there, I want to know
Running away, I want to follow
Far away, I want to go
Into the distance, the old track leading
Into the unknown, I will follow
Hidden away, I will seek
Beyond horizons, I will go
Comes the time, the old track ceases
Comes the place, I find the end
Where it goes, I cannot follow
The passing of a dear friend
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