my soul snuck in their luggage as they left on separate planes, locomotives and legs.
Promises to keep the connection so strong.
Promises that these two years wont really be that long.
When will the hugs be forgotten?... Before the promises are forsaked?
This journey is a frightful one, but one we all must take.
I'll pack my bags too and head back to me room;
strum away and cry today, for now i have myself to play with.
Today he'll know. Tomorrow she'll know.
We'll continue to rise from the low.
Tonight wont be forgotten, no it wont be forsaken.
Tonight we'll hug our pillows and thank God for the stars... for the moon.
Summer 2009
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