To the object of my desire,
For which I always climb higher:
Everyone says that you're a hoax
And that my dream is just a joke.
Though the words cut deep
and my body stings,
I knew from the very start
that you existed in my heart
For you I journey on and I'll stay strong
For in my arms is where you belong.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 4:00 PM UTC
To the object of my desire,
For which I always climb higher:
Everyone says that you're a hoax
And that my dream is just a joke.
Though the words cut deep
and my body stings,
I knew from the very start
that you existed in my heart
For you I journey on and I'll stay strong
For in my arms is where you belong.