I long for he who will take me home
I long for that moment when he sees my face
I will smile and he will take my hand
The horizon will never seem too far away
The land will touch the sea
the sun kiss, gently kiss the water a
million times
he will kneel down and pick up a handful of
sand
he will pour and it will run between my
fingers
this was your life, this was also mine
where you walked I have also been
as the grain is a part of the beach
so was I a part of your life
through all of the time that passed
we have never been parted
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