The Walk



The Walk

Walking past a house, a house I used to call home,
I am strangely finding peace.
Seeing the friend I surely lost, friends again if only for a moment,
I am strangely finding peace.
The thought that time has moved on, the familiar is now not quite so familiar.
I am strangely finding peace.
Time heals all wounds or perhaps pain subsides over time.
I am strangely finding peace.
Who knows what tomorrow brings, a new walk, some new feelings,
But for the moment I am strangely finding peace.

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