Every person begins a journey,
Every woman and every man.
The man, with much to learn, he
Must do the best he can.
Crossing paths with others,
Friends are made and friends are lost.
Some become like brothers,
And some paths, never crossed.
On this journey, we have met,
Two birds of a feather.
Above us the sun shall never set,
While we travel on together.
By some divine twist of fate,
The soul's instinct shines true.
Better to act then to hesitate,
So, finally, I must say, "I Love You."