Meet me in the mountains, 

where the two rivers meet, 

and the wind calls our names, 

not all is what it seems, 

I need you now,  

To listen to me 

and to teach me, 

Talk to me, 

There is so much I want to hear from you.  

If there is a field, 

where hurts are gone 

and no words spoken.  

Then how do I find it and you.  

Where is the map. 

Show me the way.