The Goal

I was left, and you were right

Our one last goal was just in sight

We tried and tried with all our might

working sometimes long into the night

We were tough and we were strong

we never veered off our path for very long

it was our dream, you know that means…

Our house in the mountains made of stone

The beauty was true and we built it alone

Just you and me

like it will always be

At one with nature, we are free

the love still grows

and we both know

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