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What if I met you at the end,

and told you the beginning was a lie? 

Would you still hold my hand,

or recommend we switch sides?

For the sand is running down to the bottom.

Yes, I fear we are soon out of time. 

What if I told you at the end, 

that all I really wanted was to try? 

Would you yell?

Would you scream?

Would you cry?

What if I told you at the end

that I just had to do it to get by?

For the wind in my hair is a nuisance

and I seem to have forgotten the tie.

Yet the freedom it brings to my conscience

is worth the discomfort every time. 

What if I told you at the end,

that I just want to be free in this life?

What if I hold your hand, 

and ask you to never ask why. 

What if I met you at the end...

And asked you to love me for life.