He tells her softly, "I don't have much,
No silver, no gold, just a fragile touch.
This winter the water is just on the line,
Not warm, not coldālike a fate unaligned."
Two paths along a winding wall,
Side by side through rise and fall,
A question hangs, it lingers there,
Like whispers lost in frozen air.
He wonders aloud, "Would my hollow life
Be enough, or just scare off a wife?"
He watches her laugh, but the thought wonāt stay,
Would guilt take hold if love found a way?
Two paths along a winding wall,
Side by side through rise and fall,
A question hangs, it lingers there,
Like whispers lost in frozen air.
She curls her feet on the wooden seat,
Reclined against her motherās side.
The weight of warmth, the shape of peace,
A fleeting dream he tries to hide.
The world might shake, the frame might break,
If someone else should take his place.
Yet would it not, in its own way,
Let all the questions fade away?
Two paths along a winding wall,
Side by side through rise and fall,
A question hangs, it lingers there,
Like whispers lost in frozen air.
And maybe time will wear it thin,
Let the light come pouring in.
But way down the road, whatever may be,
Sheāll still be attached to me.
A shadowed smile through mist I see.