nathan91
8 Billion
Eight billion souls on this spinning stone,
and still, somehow, I find you alone
in every crowd, in every street,
the one face my heart won’t repeat.
I love you past the edge of words,
past what’s fair, past what’s deserved
a kind of love that doesn’t bend,
that has no season, knows no end.
In my chest it stays unbroken,
a promise that stays even unspoken.
Wherever the distance has taken you,
I’m here. I’m waiting. I’m still true.
So find your way back through the noise,
back past the static, back past the choice
back to the place where you are known,
back to the heart that calls you home.
