you belong to a guitar
and i to a pen
all that we are
souls we can mend
walk on water for me
beneath your feet
feel the purest sea
that's where we'll meet
with a whisper
i'll remember
who you are
and you'll need no answer
disguised as a queen or a peasant
through all of our lives
we were present
to take away the knives
used to cut and destroy
our destinies and tasks
we must now employ
off come the masks
no longer afraid of the dark
now is the time
we must embark
memories sublime
without a sound
there was no word
i felt your presence all around
it was your spirit i heard
to see me
is to feel
what is meant to be
the power to heal
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