As she treads the path alone,
As she treads till the walk ends,
I too will stop not, it is my word.
Birds flying to Siberia stop not,
Then why should she and I?
As the boulders large slice her toes,
As the thorns sharp hurt her heels,
She fears not, and I am with her.
Fishermen venturing into deep seas fear not
Then why should we alone?
Every path has to end somewhere,
Every walk has to finish at one point,
We do not stop and fear nothing ever.
In the pains of these fleeting moments,
We must learn to have a dream,
She has dreams and I follow her suit.
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