Many moons ago our paths have crossed
We were free as birds yet lost
Sharing many whys through heart to heart
Feeling so close yet being miles apart
Valleys of silence where time is a ghost
Hills of mysteries that we love the most
Searching in the city lights for your face
I find it so hard to grasp this space
How many more suns and moons we’ll see
Wondering what was, what is and what will be
Maybe through the valleys, hills and space
In these broken places grace awaits
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