Aditi
07-14-2004, 06:13 AM
We are finding our way
Back to each other
And He knew we never left
For long or short
To run around a little
In the new grass
And listen to the Spirit
With our new sense
It is a story
We never stopped writing
And we laugh fondly
Wondering when we began
The fine lines
Feed the needle's head
Gentle coaxing to gentle freedom
Yes, death is our friend and partner
We are finding our way
[I-I love you I-I do
The way you help me to remember
By remembering One you remember all
I laugh and cry at my blindness
and oh the irony]
Back to each other
And He knew we never left
For long or short
To run around a little
In the new grass
And listen to the Spirit
With our new sense
It is a story
We never stopped writing
And we laugh fondly
Wondering when we began
The fine lines
Feed the needle's head
Gentle coaxing to gentle freedom
Yes, death is our friend and partner
We are finding our way
[I-I love you I-I do
The way you help me to remember
By remembering One you remember all
I laugh and cry at my blindness
and oh the irony]