I will walk through the night
I will use anything I might
until I find the one I seek
until they become mine to keep
until the cold becomes warm
and I feel that I belong.
I will walk through baking sun
looking around for the one
the one that is meant to be for me
the kind of love
that is written through history.
I will through the depth of cold
if it means I would find
someone I can grow old,
with - a someone who is kind.
Though I could walk
and though I could search
perhaps I'm not meant to
and we'll just find each other
rather than just me,
looking for you.
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