My journey is your journey
that there is no doubt
Seems like yesterday I thought otherwise
perhaps when you called me a lout
But now I know better; this epiphany
makes me want to rise and shout
Just like those types from San Fran
who from the closet have chosen to come out
This love I feel that will never know an end,
do we share with others or do we flout?
It matters not whether the path we take
is cracked, clear in need of some grout
I know you’ll help me when I sometimes stumble,
for every once in a while I get gout
This journey is a union, a trek heading
the same way: we’re simply taking different routes
SYNCHRONOUS
June 5, 2005
Sunday
10:00 a.m.