The mist swirls thick in the night air
Footsteps fall upon pre-occupied ears
Focused on thoughts within
Streetlights blaze a path
A concrete highway leads the way
Stars spinning, moon circulating
There are so many sources of light,
Yet I've never felt so lost.
No matter how far I walk,
Our paths were never meant to cross
This concrete jungle doesn't lead to Coeur d'Alene.
These blue eyes conceal the pain.
The streetlights highlight the shadow
Of a man who bears the worst kind of shame
He captured love,
To just let it permanently escape
It floated away, like when a firefly takes for the sky
No matter how far I walk,
Our paths will never again cross.
This concrete jungle doesn't lead to Coeur d'Alene.
With a compass pointing north, I'll endlessly wander these streelighted sidewalks
Hopelessly, trying to reach my final destination,
Coeur d'Alene with you.
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