She lives her life at breakneck speed
What is it that this lady needs?
I think not fortune, I think not fame
Nor to glorify her name
Something churning deep within
Coming alive again and again
Appointments here, obligations there
Where will she be next, where oh where
As I observe her throughout the day
I think I might, I think I may
Recognize that she is me
And is not where she wants to be
But as I watch I think I know
The pathway that she needs to go
She's looking for a special friend
One to whom her soul she can lend
One she can love, meet in the middle
And who'll help figure out this life, this riddle
One to whom her soul she can lend
One she can love, meet in the middle
And who'll help figure out this life, this riddle
Well I was sure I'd "found" her even though she started the whole thing. I believed all she told me and I was in it for the long haul. Then, she vanished. I know what you are "talking about," Lark. Thank you for sharing. Love and best wishes,
Regis
you will find that person or they will find you!
Always,
Deborah
Ron