Jo Salas
There’s a story to be told, a story to be told
It might be yours, it might be mine
We will listen and remember
This is the place, this is the time
There is longing in our hearts, longing in our hearts
It might be yours, it might be mine
There is love, there is sorrow
This is the place, this is the time
Lives are made of stories, stories build the world
Listen, remember the stories we have told
There are memories and dreams, memories and dreams
They might be yours, they might be mine
Our stories weave together
There is the place, this is the time