When we reach the last half mile it always happens.

On the final hill, as we’re heading towards goodbye.

Driving on, my heart’s so scared, it’s so confusing.

I believe if I give in, I’ll disappear.

Every time I sense goodbye, I get this feeling,

That they’ll be no more me if there is no more you.

Though I know, even deeper still, Love’s everlasting

It was there before we came,

And will consume us in the end.

Patiently, I trust and hope you’re patient,

As my frightened heart attempts to stay alive.

I know this path will lead me to Your doorstep.

I’m scared to take Your hand and step inside.

And finally, I’ll find, I never left You.

Though I think I wander lost, lonely and afraid.

Some day my heart will courageously surrender,

And I’ll run that last half mile to be with You.