It's times like these I wish I could say I know you, Distant in your fear, Distance in your face; Gently passing away, I hear you Passing me by Taste/touch/sensation What more could I pry From your empty hand? Teach me to fly, Open my soul and soar away Fleeing all the pain I raise Fleeing all the fear you faced Fleeing our simplest equation: One plus one Equaled us. 3.14.02 JV