That I'd come back again
And my heart meant it
A fire inside was then lit
There remains an inner flame
Inside my heart it's the same
Should all my flesh be gone
Or this life thought wrong
I'd make certain to return
For her my heart burns
And death is not a barrier
My spirit would carry her
Along with me wherever I go
In the spirit stream we'll flow
“It is always the same. Whether you are walking or going by train, the
way always seems shorter the second time than the first."
