yesterday, in a hidden wood, I saw a fountain flowing where I knew it would;
and it felt like home;
another time, I might have walked away and never known where my instincts might have led me that day;
would I have ever known?
neither make believe or reality, seems so attractive when I begin to see
what we‘re moving towards;
and I often pray that tomorrow may bring the wonder and clarity that I found that day
and last forevermore;
but we fear day to day, will we make it, will we be OK?
just give me one of your smiles;
and I’ll catch up to you after a while;