Something about souls Maybe we knew each other in a past life
Maybe we were trees in Eden we grew next to each other our roots tangled our branches touched and when the wind blew through our leaves whispered the same tune
Maybe we were teardrops from a great poet's eyes we met and formed a stream down his cheek as he shed us for his lost love and mourned the death of his heart
Maybe we were penguins winter time; I'd fish, you'd nurture our egg come spring; we'd meet by the sea, you'd call out for me, I'd find you and our bodies would move clumsily in a perfect rhythm of happiness