Team Mates

Your music to me You've seen my through Binded by forces out of the blue A connection not yet defined allowing us to grow and find. Where we fit in this land We love oceans and the sand. Always in sync yet sometimes askew but the rope we hold onto gets us right through. Searching for a discovery Of why we are here and what makes us free. Free to allow our solid guard down. Free to talk freely with silence of sound. Twins of sorts brother and sister Yet always urging to reach out and kiss her. Mutual respect is what we attained. But where is it lacking which holds the most pain.