As I walk that milestone,
two thousand miles I roam,
looking for a trace of my
mothers lipstick, trying
to find my way back home.

But before I embark on
such a journey, my
thirstily days are in
longing to obey the
yearn for water, as
I pray from within
deep inside my heart
casted of gold.

For I shall walk that
milestone, look for a
trace of lipstick,
roam two thousand
miles, but before I
go, my I find peace
within myself and
find my way back
home.