Because you'll find at the end,
That you've finally arrived at the place,
From which you'll start again.
But think of all the places that you've seen,
And the people that you've met,
That you can call on during your next journey,
And of the ones you haven't met, yet.
When did you stop believing that our life,
Is constantly on the move?
I wouldn't have thought that a little thing like hate,
Would have stopped you, too.
And it's alright,
You know what you're doing,
And if you need me on the way,
It ain't no thing.
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