We believe as soon
as the sun does rise,
that at the end of the day
the moon will surprise.
We believe when winters blanket
of snow has disappeared,
that new buds will be seen
and in the future sheared.
We believe in the caterpillars change,
from a silky cocoon,
to a butterfly with a beautiful range.
But how come when it comes to our love,
that we do not believe in its length.
How come when we look in each others eyes
we do not see the strength.
Believe me when I say to you,
You are my all, my fire.
I understand your gestures, your eyes,
Your silence and your desires.
So let us begin to believe in us,
and let our wildflowers grow.
Let our spirits fly free and wild as the sea
and let us reap what we sow.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
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