I met her by a twist of fate
And we built this intense but enduring connection
As we further all we want to create
Over many a mile, over many an objection…
My faith it starts to ebb and flow
And thoughts are many and uncertain
There is so much I do not know
So much beyond the curtain
I lean on her and she on I
We hope and fight and fuss
But still we hope and still we try
To build the tree of trust.
As we sail this ship ahead
I struggle with doubt, I struggle with dread
But even in the darkest time
I am so glad that she is mine.
