Can I look at you?
Can you look at me?
What have we become?
What or where do we want to be?
Bridges we have burned,
Doors we have opened;
A lifetime of words we have said,
Yet so many remain unspoken.
We have built empires of sticks and stones,
Paved roads with tears and bones,
We have erected monoliths to power, greatness, and hate;
Only to turn our backs on them,
To watch blood fall red and ashes gray.
Reality is stark; happiness, a fleeting dream
All the others are gone, and our consciences are less than pristine.
Your hand in mine redeems me from my iniquities,
My lips on yours kiss away all doubts and damaged pride;
Fleeing the rising sun in the east,
To the west we ride.
Look back before dawn breaks and turns us to stone;
See for yourself how far our feet and fears have carried us,
Away from that garden of Getsemane
Where the serpents and the dying roses curled around our hopes and dreams.
I look at you, then I look at me
And I cannot tell how many battles we have fought or dreamed;
Yet, with you, I feel complete.
Close your eyes and walk with me into the unknown,
Where there is a chance to be free;
Remember the shore and the roaring sea
Where I gave you my heart, hand and word
That I’d be yours
Even if death took you from me.
For here we cannot stay, there we cannot last;
But between here and there, beyond now and later,
We will find a little place
Where over we can start without worrying about forever.
Past and future could be the same for all I know,
But as long as I have you holding my hand and marching in step,
Nothing else will mean anything;
I won’t be leaving home.
All we are and all we’ll be
Depends on you, depends on me;
Not quite sure of where this path will lead
- In this cold light of morning or in the twilight -
I am here with you and you hold on to me.
Come what may,
Let Armageddon take its place;
And the whole world could be a perfect cycle of shackles and chains,
And I would not care.