And when the feet writes letters to the heart…
of the places it would rather be,
the heart always smiles,
for all the paths in the world…
would lead it home,
where it belonged,
always.
And when the feet writes letters to the heart…
of the places it would rather be,
the heart always smiles,
for all the paths in the world…
would lead it home,
where it belonged,
always.