be not afraid for I am no more nor any less than you.
Come, take my hand so that I may guide you through
The winding paths which lead to memories kind.
Along the way confronts us a murmuring breeze
which purpose is the heart to carefully remind
By whisper, by sunlight, by kisses of mine
Lest we forget this journey to seize.
By way of this road epiphany is born
It is striking, it is brave, it is mine.
I fear not to live or to walk blind
Regrets I have no more.