The Walk
I learned to walk
When I was 9 months old
Why can't I make myself
Walk across this road
We might as well
Be 100 miles apart
I'm standing over here
Holding my broken heart
My love for you
Has never quit
I can't make myself
Take that trip
I wanna tell you
Somethings are ment to be
The stars were hung
For you and me
I honestly think
We are ment to be
But I'm so afraid
You hate me
If that's true
I don't want to know
So I turn around
Back in the house I go
Copyright © April Thomas | Year Posted 2006
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