She moves with grace, I see her beauty face and feel her warm embrace  
In her wise eyes  I read the why's, unanswered, sharp, and lies  
Tearing her heart apart; at her sad glance I start...  
She hugs me tenderly and silently I kiss her hands  

I cry; she helps me to break free of the quicksands 
I soar with her to reach the steady shore...  
She will be gone, leave me alone; I want to run away  
But she begs me to stay and pray: she will return someday.