I will wait for you by the tracks
And strain to hear if there is any whistle
I will mend those painful cracks
As the sky turns black and it starts to drizzle
I will close my eyes and pray
So that your heart receives my call
Inspite of all this dismay
I will still stand here, strong and tall
I will shed my tears as I grasp the pebbles
Searching for your signal as I walk
Indeed my legs will tremble
But never will I let our hearts unlock
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