My connection to you takes my breath away,
Wherever you may be.
And in the light of gentle morn,
Or the blackness of the night,
I feel your spirit calling;
Over the mountains and plains,
Through the forests bathed in mist,
And over the canyons that divide us,
For we are forever entwined,
You and I.

When was it that you were no longer the little one,
Cradling you in my muscular arms,
As we gazed into each other’s eyes,
As only fathers and infants will?
It seems like only yesterday,
On this continuum in which we live,
But the reality is that you are now strong,
And I am becoming frail,
As the miles take their toll,
And the heart beats on and on,
And longs for those who make him whole.

Sing for me, Dear,
A song of love and forgiveness,
And bear me up into your soul,
Where I might have a haven evermore,
For of the flesh we are the same,
And of the spirit even more,
And I long for you,
As only a father will.

And so it is, My Dear,
That I hear you calling in the blackness of the night,
And your tears have left me forlorn,
For I am helpless across the canyons,
And I am blinded in forest’s mist,
And my child is now a woman,
And I must patiently wait
To wrap my arms around you,
For we are forever entwined,
You and I.