Finding yourself unable to act upon an impossible situation, although you really want to, you start wondering about options knowing you probably don’t have any.
The moon was full the stars were bright silence covered the hills. A soft song was playing the rig slightly swaying heading for somewhere called love. You meet someone sent from far away out of the blue they walk by. A vision so lovely a voice full of hope heading for somewhere called love. Running in moonlight steering my course keeping my eyes on the road up ahead. Finding that person hoping for what? Heading for somewhere called love.
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