Though Weavers and dreamers come and go....
The Dream and fabric
Continues to grow....
thru spirit rise and spirit fall
spirits sliding down the hall
sun come up ....
or moon does rise.....
the love always comes to light the spire
forget the lows forget the highs
Forget the lives....
Or how we died
Forget the future and the past
But remember love no matter what the path
thru the valley or over hill
no matter from what door or window you fly
remember to watch the light dance upon the sill
no matter the where or why
the light of love goes where no other will
