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The End Of Us There’s going to come a time, When there’s no longer a you and a me. It’s not a day I look forward to see. Without warning the vision appeared abrupt, I saw the end of us, it was clearly in sight Though now the vision’s fading, hold on as I might. A tie in me has just been severed A heartstring cut so very cleanly through And what remains is the memory of a me and a you. I always knew this time would come The chance to set the record straight as it should be “Not my will,” I said, “but Thy will in Thee.” Wouldn’t it be great to reconcile all that we’ve weaved, How great an act to occur, to just resow all the seeds But little during the process, somehow not yet quite perceived, We are not the sowers, but merely the harvest from amongst the weeds. |