The Story Is Ours

The sun will know where we first began To explain there is no need All we have been before is in our hands But, when you come with me You must lead Many a story calls our hearts to fly like doves From where our flowers bloom Into skies of our beliefs we soar above Unknown valleys of woven time Spun upon life's loom In flight together, we will find an open door Where our needs are met the same With no concern of what came heretofore Yet, when you come with me Know my name Bright feathers from the changing years Will lie within our home's flowers What we have been will shed no tears For when you come with me The story's ours