SEE YOU SOON.

I have been everywhere

 On the face of the kind

 On the face of the blind

 I help people let go of their feelings

By making myself roll down their chin

I have been up there all day

Waiting to come down

 and meet my loved ones

As I sway down I meet them

Strangers of mine

But the same kind as mine

 We talk for some time

 And finally reaches the land

Some of us part ways

But some of us stick together

 We flow through path and soil,

 Sticks and stones, dirt and bones

 I still hold onto my loved one

 As we flow down the hill

Then I see a place

Where we have to part our ways

 I prepare myself to say goodbye

 Hoping to meet again.

And to feel that joy again.

To enjoy the feeling of holding hands,

 and sneaking a mere glance.