Coming home after a long, long walk. Coming home after a dozen of walks. Coming home after a long, long war. Coming home after a dozen of wars. We are out of wind. We have pockmarked skin. We have lots of water. We turn the other cheek and we win.
One thousand stories and there's always more. We've been offered one more lap to go. In my hand I hold a key. It's dear to me because I know where it leads. We are out of wind. We have pockmarked chin. We have all this water. We turn the other cheek and we grin.