Here we are . . . You and I
In this place together
In this time of despair
Under a sky where planes go by
Where life goes by
Together . . . we move from place to a place
In time
From where we have been
To where we will be
From what we have known
To what we will encounter
If there should be joy . . . it would be from what we have done
If there should be sorrow . . . it would be from what we have done
It is my heart that sings when you are near
It is my life that suffers when I am far from you
©1992 - Stanley M. Fried
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