Music: Michael Giacchino - Married Life
The road ahead is long and winding
and where it leads I understand.
I carry you on my shoulder today
the pink rose in my hand.
Each step is a silent eternity,
as we pass the autumn willow.
I think of words to bid farewell
while we never really said hello.
Treading the path over fallen leaves
we head through the winter home,
where she waits for you to arrive,
sitting in the empty corner of a room.
A gush of wind rushes just ahead
fluttering my hair through.
And I wonder if you'll reach her
dear, well before I finally do.
~ Ankur.
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