The Road We Travel I think about the road we travelled, How it all seemed so serene - The sun shone down, like no tomorrow, On timeless hills and fields of shimmering green. Yet there was work to do, and cares to manage, Your sick child never really out of mind. This journey too would end, no matter - We understood, and still the world seemed kind. This was forever - as if we knew Nothing could harm us, there'd be no blame; The love we shared, whatever happened, Be unconsumed by flood or flame. Your sleeping spirit, trusting, still, Lay in my care throughout that night. Thankful, when the morning brightened, I saw you turn toward the light.
Speaking of Love I say these words In place of touch, For things unsaid Or dreamed too much: For finding love And learning 'wait', And knowing words Like love, are fate.