(By Amanda Bland and Wanda McCroskey, copyright June 2009)
Enjoying the fruit of our fathers labors
We easily dream of love
White like a dove that favors its’ wings
We think we’ve arrived
Exchange our rings
FALL
Gravity of our choices
MEET
Pain of our progress
Falling in love is falling for sure
This right of passage to freedom
Is changing our dreams
Into wisdom
The garden turns into desolation
Our faults indeed ensue
We cling to the safety of memories past
A portion of joy overdue
Is now dissolving fast
Once effortless love
Now a lover’s lament
By the sweat of our brow
We eat bread
FALL
Gravity of our choices
MEET
Pain of our progress
Falling in love is falling for sure
This right of passage to freedom
Is changing our dreams
Into wisdom
