Where Did It All Begin,

When the tears become The rain, Our beginning to an end, Where did it all begin, Where did the road stop? In the depth of an Ocean, In a remembrance of A dream. For a later date, That would never come Did a angel flap her wings \ Did a cloud glide quicker, Did we care for what is Not frogotten A gentle loving word Set upon a letter head, A silent voice to cry. Never to be out loud, Never to be heard by an Open ear but of the man Speaking, My face is the frame, I am the picture.