Lonely Runner

Clear skies and a warm sun

These are the truest of my dreams

But I am the cloud maker

And it is always raining

How stormy will it get

Before I become the runner

Lonely runner

Your path leads nowhere

Away from the voices

Away from eyes


Your feet will tire

Your breath be taken

Under a burning bridge

Will be your only rest

Watching over you

A warm fire

Protecting its life-giver

And burning the clouds away.

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