64 Days.

This journey may be hard and long,
Yet worth every single lonely day,
Filled with sobs and heart decay.

There's a light at the end of the tunnel.
You there, waiting to hold me.
And in the end it all works out.
In the end, we conquer the odds.

I'm having trouble sleeping,
Nothing can quite ease my mind,
The way your sweet voice can.

But, there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
You there, waiting to hold me.
And in the end it all works out.
In the end, we conquer the odds.

~Vanessa Pavelock