Things were so clear when
they were not clear at all.
We had nothing to fear when
we didn't know what fear was.
Things were simpler when
we had time on our side;
we didn't know what it was
or how fast it could fly.

As we take our
final steps from here,
can you tell me one last time
how we ever came this far?

With your hand in mine
and a smiling face.
With the sun shining down
in every dark place.
With a child's mind
and a lover's eyes.
With nothing left to fear
but ourselves.