There has only ever been one way.
To love and trust in every day.
To clasp hands, hold gazes, wipe brows
to find the ways, the where’s and hows.
To enter forth or gently part
to finish, continue, or finally start.
With each new task an old one completes
We are much more than our fables, more than our defeats
We are fragile hearts that must be brave
Our most human moments, are the ones we save.
There is only ever one way,
the one that defines us, every day.
