You may never read my poems,
I may never worship Grace;
You may never tell your family,
I may never give you space.

You may never know my tears,
I may never tell you a lie;
You may never keep the peace,
I may never say good bye.

We both have our share of nevers,
Through passion, time and space;
And our destinies are woven,
Like the lines etched on my face.