The Odyssey...

To the one that I love, my journey has begun

When our eyes meet once more there will be peace
The taste of your lips the warmth of your touch
again, forever, two souls as one...
Seasons of sorrow have stolen all my years

I miss the rolling hills of Ithaca
I've been through battles and cried a sea of tears
but the tide is changing, and with it all my fears...