Crossing paths

You left, in the snow, all alone.

No tears, with a smile, walking to where we have to go.

We said, it seems slow, all the time we've been through along.

Across all the time and miles, I know our bond firm and strong.

Five countries, three continents in six years.

Where will you be next?

When will we meet next?

I don't know, where I will be or how I will turn out to be.

You've changed, so have I, and we will still both grow.

Away we go, time will still flow.

But I know, I'm not alone.