Sometimes the road is long and lonely.
We travel it because we must.
If we’re lucky we meet a few lovely…
People before we return to the dust.
Taste the biscuits and warm tea.
Fate has brought us this far.
Our strength is slowly failing.
Our hearts have more than one scar.
Oft it seems we are not prevailing,
But staring at an unattainable star.
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