I spent my life building this road to find love
Foundations built, destroyed
rebuilt
Blasting holes in mountains for tunnels as big as the hole in my heart
Dying to live
Fighting to survive
My love I did lose again
She lays in my arms in dreams and touch
Her hair and her lips I did touch
But now its replaced with the faint smell that is to bee my pillow
I walk down my road, feet tired and worn
Dragging tumble weeds that have more life than me
Not even a photograph I can see
As such would replace the memory of thee
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