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Too Many Miles (The Waiting)

The closer I get to where You are there The clearer I see Your fingerprints are everywhere This must be a moment between bliss and dark despair The louder I hear You calling my name The more I remember I won't be the same I'd run to the bushes but my feet are torn and lame from Too many miles straying from Your side Failing to fit in Your shoes Too many miles trying to run and hide When there was so much to lose Break my leg if You must But keep me close to You The more I can feel Your hand upon me The less I remember who it was I used to be I look back at my footprints and clearly I can see Not to put a strain on a stiff neck By looking behind me I've held these memories too long Before I put them away Let them remind me where I belong