Does your breath depend on mine the way
My breath cannot without your air?
In the silences do you sometimes wonder?
Is your truth hidden away?
Is tucked in every night with sheets of deceit so that not even I can see or glimpse it?
Bestow on me then, the courage to have faith
In the brave hearts of men and women
The ones we touched
Those that maybe touched us
Because true love they say; is always in the past