I still walk along
The same streets that we
Used to tread together,
Tracing your footsteps desperately.
I still buy chips and sausages
At the SONFORD & SONS,
Sit at the same point,
Waiting for you desperately.
I still hover around
The same spot we met,
Waiting for your arrival
Very patiently but desperately.
I still stand at the entrance
Of the same worship arena
Waiting for you to come out,
Desperately but eagerly.
If I should stop tracing your footsteps,
Stop visiting the SONFORD & SONS,
Forget about your arrival,
Join you inside the house of worship,
Will I find you at the altar?
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