I Walk With You

In the snow capped mountains, 
In the white river that flows endlessly, 
In the cold breeze and the warm breath, 
In the dew drop that doesn't fall 
In the hail and in the storm, 
In the trees that were green 
In the birds and in their nests that you never see, 
In the redness of the nose and in the blueness of the nails 
In the hunger and in the pain 
In the food and in the pleasure 
In the watery eyes and in the innocent smiles 
In the touch and in the smell 
I look for me Sometimes I find, Sometimes I lose 
Find myself I must! 
Maybe in the sand or in the wave 
In the shell or in the snail 
In the heat or in the sweat 
In the sun or in its absence 
In its setting or in its rise 
In the water in the sea or in the one that falls as rain 
I look for me... 
Or could I be in the desert 
In the dust and in the heat 
In the deafening roar of wind 
Or in the ups and downs of the dunes 
In the hustle bustle or the cities and in the quiet of the villages 
In money or richness 
In poverty and in illness 
In music and in noise 
In babies and in parents 
In the waking life and in sleep 
In you and in the others 
I look for me. Sometimes I find sometimes I lose 

Sometimes I cry other times I love