Roads

Roadrunner United 3 1 175 0
The voice of loss is sighing through the rain And as I turn around Nothing is to be found For hours now upon this endless road Is it taking me Where I long to be? Alone A soaring hope is reeling in my head I can’t remember this But it must be what I miss Suddenly I find I’m standing still Staring at the ground Waiting for your sound Again

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