18 May 2012
The road is weary, long and hard This journey will not leave me unscarred And as the moon comes out and the sky is stared, I think of you
My home behind the world ahead I walk on paths seldom tread, And when I finally rest my head,, I think of you
The sky above the earth below, Over mountains high and valleys low As the seasons come and the seasons go I think of you
And when I finally do come home I am with you
|A Travelers Tale| • Opuss № I