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]
greetings mebesideme (lovely name i don't think it is a song, more like something i would say to some very old friends when i saw them again after being gone from them for a while remembering would be okay often reluctant to add a title onto things - finding i usually choose one that narrows the experience from its original magnitude thanks for sharing love
