There existed new roads, where we had to walk
Lonely bridges, we had to cross
To come to know the lessons we had to learn
As two stones, gathering wisdom’s moss

Those changes reflected in the show of eyes
Breathes new air into the wind
That blows the same without the sighs
Of the past, rushing in

There lies a sweet song within a tune recalled
Which now has expression to note
Carried deep within to move the heart of all
Waiting this day, to be wrote

An empty page, a pen, a poet’s lyrical heart
Time on the side of precious ink
Now pens the words, here to impart
New air, awaits to drink

Our bare soles are tattered and travel weary
Yet our hearts have been renewed
Gathered in wisdom of moss we carry
As two stones, changing our view