The gentle touch of life becomes,
The start of love’s perception.
We cannot see nor can we hear,
The reason for conception.
We take the air, so fresh and sweet,
For sights and sounds we've yet to meet.
Our senses open up and yearn,
For all the things we've yet to learn.
We realise the passing time,
Through light and darkness most sublime.
The joy of wonder to behold,
The secrets of the world unfold.
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Where she goes we cannot tell
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Thoughts
To the thoughts I've left behind
To the dreams I've yet to find
To the doubts within my mind
My eyes will not be blind
For the paths that went astray
For the wrongs of yesterday
For the stupid games we play
My soul will never stray
I Am With You Still
When you long to hear my voice do not cry in vain
Draw our children close to heart
And turn your face to hear them whisper "I love you"
When you yearn to see my face do not feel despair
Draw our children to your arms
Look deep into their eyes and see my living soul
When you ache to feel my touch do not weep alone
Draw our children to your heart & hold them close while they hold you
For I am with you still
As I always have been
As I always will