But here we are.

It's strange,

Because here we are

Strolling along the same paths,

So many have trodden upon,

So many flashing lights,

So many warning signs,

And yet we move along

this bridge that won't

stay together for too long,

It will collapse,

But here we are,

we're travelers of the same road,

Loving all that is broken,

Loving all that is lost,

And loving all that

Will never be.

But here we are.