Here's to the years 
Full of dreams and dwelling fears..
To the nights when I would wipe away your falling tears,
To the screams when whispers were all I could hear..

Here's to what it seems..
And to when it all becomes clear.
To all the means that brought us here.

Truth is free and truthfully I think we've kept it truth free, or so it seems to be. 

So here's to the years, of you and me. 

-Corbin