When I stand next to you
battles won and battles lost
when I see into your eyes
are you gonna be just?

When I see what I have built
with my hands and with my tears
when we look into the past
is it gonna be enough?

When we meet and we greet
wether friend or wether foe
standing over desolation
times that passed so long ago

When I see there's no return
no forgiving, no forgetting
Will you be a welcome sight
or will I dread the day I die?