I tiptoe by the stream,
Faulted sprays of yesterday spray my soul,
I am alive, I am alive,
From there to now – I can see somehow…

Languid waters cleanse,
Wash away the hurt that I have done,
I forgive, I forgive,
To see is to forgive all that’s – me!

For what I love is all around me,
And what is love is in me,
I am, I am,
I alone must sow what I alone must know.

To feel, to touch,
To let go of what I thought was me,
I love, I love,
And in the end I will love you, my friend.

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