As the years both dry or wet
Leave their mark within the tree,
So does life leave “rings” within us
Telling tales of you and me;
And I hate the fiendish foe that takes
Us from this present time -
Hurling us in utter chaos
To some distant state of mind.
Lost you are... and I am searching
For that “ring” within your life,
Just in order to be with you
And to share deep sorrow’s knife.
Could I find that “ring” in time
I would answer all your questions -
Keep the teardrops from your eyes -
Oh! Life teaches such dear lessons!
Will we come to some sweet mem’ry
Stronger than the loved ones lost?
Must we come again to sorrow?
Must we pay again the cost?
All I know is God is faithful
And wherever you may be
He is there and offers comfort -
Gentle arms and sweet relief.
...We’re so weary - you and I -
For this game of seek and find
Fills a hundred thousand hallways
In the mirrors of your mind...
And...I try so hard to find you -
Or just make you know it’s me -
While I hold my precious mem’ries
Of the one you used to be....