3600 miles as the crow flies from your heart and body,
4500 miles on roads where my feet have never walked.
Years have passed and how far have we come, tell me!
And how long do I have to walk and talk to myself to be
able to tell you the way ends here? How long will I whine
to the crows about you and not listen but keep suffering?
Do I need love so much that I blindly believe you love me?
The road to let go is so much longer than the road to you!