Time once lent me a fleeting name
to wander through the mortal sea
When I return it to the wind
may a trace of me still breathe
Some wake as youth begins to fade
some sleep within a future dream
But time exists to teach the soul
that love and loss are one same stream
The tides erase the stars remain
we drift across an unseen scheme
Each meeting each goodbye we make
are lines of one vast theme
So when I smile without a word
the wind already understands —
that all we borrow from the years
returns through gentle hands