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;