At a crossroads both you and I stand,
are we to leave ,or, are we to stay?
Topics to debate upon, we have an array.
We stand back to back,
as the hot summer sun shines
through the crown of the trees.
We remember the silent days,
the good of it, and in front of us,
we saw those days blurr into a haze.
We remember the battle we had,
On trust's stormy seas, disrupting our ease.
I hope that you can forgive me ,
for all I said and did,
I don't know in which part of me
my consciousness hid.
Not walking ahead ,
we turn around instead,
steal one last look at each other,
no words said.
I wish we parted differently , I wish
that we weren't the enemies in our midst.
At a crossroads, both you and I stand,
are we to leave, or, are we to stay?
We decide to leave
and never go back that way.