Our comfort is a small fee
Your hands are warm at least
Let’s wipe each others tears
And dream of better years
Redemption’s fading east
The next horizon calls me
Walking backwards slows the way
I’ve stumbled long enough
How long until I miss these days?
Tomorrow sets us all free
Please catch up to the rest
I need a minute more
To linger by the door
She’s waiting in the west
The last horizon stalls me
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