We shared a many
Treasured path
We stumbled across mud
And encountered the spring
Of new life and new love
But trouble was abound
Our paths have been
Masked by many
A weathered path
Sometimes it makes us
Not quite who we are
How well do we know
Who we really are?
We stumble anew
Across fields of new life
Feeling our way
In the dark it may seem
We are loving folk
But misguided at times
It still means we have love inside
April 2010
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