Over the hill and beyond the road that I stride.
I run as fast as I can and my lungs start to burn
All for seeing you in time.

Intertwine and refine as good wine my feeling to you
become,
Your face is like chimes, alerting me that it is all fine,
thank you,
Your grace.

Your songs traverse and replace this road that I strode,
It helps my mind to set into a sea of thoughts where you are
my lighthouse
What am I to you?