I want to run.

I want to run and run till the land runs out of space.
I want to fly across the water to meet the distant land.
There I hope to find the friend, the friend I never had.
Days pass so quickly and I'm not any wiser.
The life I leave behind me is at mercy of hatred and ore.
I know my time is coming, I know my time has been.
Never wonder of the days when life is great.
Never wonder of the place where I sit and wait.

God bless you. May God bless you all.