We strolled along The Path,
The sunlight guiding our trail.
We clenched our bleeding hearts,
From pouring into ourselves.
In our silence we spoke,
In our breaths, we awoke.
In us, we found,
The climbers of Willow Oak.
But then, we were shown,
How one path divides into more.
And, between our share of laughs and cries,
Our thoughts lead us to different, tore.
Now, you’re alone in yours,
And, I’m alone in mine.
So, all we can really hope,
Is to have our paths met again,
For another walk, divine.
Your songs fit into your posts so beautifully. Intense.
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Dudeeee, I love this ❤
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Dudee, I lovee this one ❤
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Thank you so much! 😀
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