When you walked in, my friends
did you wonder what love is?
Did you say in your heart
I do not know, I do not know?

Did you call out to love,
not knowing his name,
not knowing her name, cry:
Who are you, who are you?

Let me tell you, friend
what you did not know:
love is slow discovery,
and we are here, we are here.

Our friendship will tell you
what love is, what love could be.
I did not know too, my friend,
but here I am, here I am.

Remember this gift
when you enter our broken world,
for you are love or injustice:
remember this gift, remember.

Euan Tait