Saturday, 04 July 2009

• thousand but one

  A thousand miles would be a short walk
  If I was walking that way for you
  A thousand bruises my bones may break
  But my spirit would not bend or move
  
  A thousand threats on my life's breath
  Could never stop a step I'd make
  A thousand times, and again a thousand more
  Marching onward for your sake
  
  Alone I fear my own shortcoming
  Whether now or down the road
  One step away and a turn of your back
  Is the only death of which I know.

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