If We Are Out Of Any Connecting Language.

What if we are out of any connecting language?
You might be someone; I might be someone carrying our baggage.
We found ourselves holding all the pain inside, but our heads were high.
It’s nothing but the blessings He wanted to shower us from the bright blue sky.
The arrival was confusing when you came first in my eyesight.
You, too, were uncertain and in a dilemma but were too polite.
The edge’s sunrises have bonded our strings so tight.
And an ultimate bond of faith developed between us at that mountain’s height!
That dark station raised our anxiety about what we were leaving behind.
And He started to play with us the game He designed.
Our wavelengths prove that we have lived a life together in any other dimension of time.
That’s why I guess we meet again to walk together in a rhyme.