Only here, where I can breathe
Your beauty all alone.
And in this air
Is the scent of new freedom.
For one moment- high singing
Only here, where I can feel alive,
Where the cries from the market fall silent
Where everything but you is quiet
Only here am I free.
What I longed for, what I dreaded,
What I achieved, what I regret,
What I guessed, where I succumbed,
Where I triumphed, when I forgave.
Of that which was, that which may come to pass,
Of the silent grave of a loved one,
Of lost companions.
The pride of spring, the scorn of sping
A tear nourishes the storm
As we trudge on.
Only here, where we can feel alive,
Where our song is blown away in the wind.
You are with me in this place,
Only here are we free.