It's 20 hours until I'm with you,
Only to be pulled away.
That dusty street
Where we said we'd meet
Keeps me moving day by day.
I can't shelter from the cold
It exists inside of me.
My eyes have aged
Through wars they've waged
But there's one thing they long to see.
I don't remember stopping.
Feet too swollen for my shoes
Through market stalls
And city walls
I'm lost but don't want to lose.
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