Seems we do have similar needs,
our steps reach out to discover
all designed to enhance ideals.
Dreams are made to understand
there is fiction in our lives,
until sometime farther away …
When I was a young boy things,
well the real parts of my life
I was left wondering about reality.
And then suddenly she smiled,
I felt like I might breathe again,
heart echoed the sounds of freedom.
We choose to live because we love,
when our hearts choose to break,
is our understanding of compassion.
I walked this short path with you,
we would end up on other roads
we knew love
and only then the night chill began …