While walking on the paths of our past,
     While wading through the rivers of lost dreams,
           I realize that life is temporary.

Forgiveness comes hand-in-hand with misery,
     Pain comes hand-in-hand with love.
          Life is complicated and so are we. 

The trail side weeds caress our ankles like

     The waves kiss the shore after a storm.
          The storm is our mind and we are the weeds.

Reconciliation is another word for salvation;
     For life is temporary and salvation is the answer
          To the questions we will forever ask,

As we walk on unexplored trails and wade through glorious seas.