The whispers of songs that we both
know
The roar of speeding wind
The easy peace of afternoon drive
The solitude silence rescind
I’d forgotten the thrill of travel
together
After years of walking alone
The reason for my casual voice
The reason for my phone
Perhaps that cycle will start anew
Perhaps I will fall once again
The eternal ring of ribbon red
The gain and loss of a friend
But to believe in defeat before I
begin
That’s simply unacceptable to me
We must begin before declaring an end
Start, then wait and see
For a cycle is expected to loop on
itself
The beginning is the ending to the
start
But a cycle may break and lead to
world unknown
Given those odds, I’ll follow my heart
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