Walking up the mountains,
Sifting through the deserts,
Imprinting footprints along the river,
Trampling the fallen leaves of forests dense,
These weary boots of mine had seen the seasons change,
I’d walked with them treading paths many,
Searching for a place that would be my haven,
Searching for a place that would nurse my wounds,
A place where my memories would be framed,
A place where I can confide all my flaws feeling unashamed,
And then at last, when I met you, my love,
I heard the sequined skies giving signs from above,
My dusty boots stayed racked, it was time to rest,
‘Cause in you I’d finally found my home, my fondest.

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