i see myself walking down the aisle
there you are at the altar ..
waiting...
waiting to take my hand
then as i held unto your arms
we began our walk....
our walk to forever.

everyday in my heart
this is what i see...

this is what i know
this is what i hold onto


but life, as we know it
operates on free will.
hence springs forth a thousand questions in my mind...

will you be there to take my hand?
are you going to take that walk with me?

are we making that journey now?
are you holding my hand?

would it be our last walk
to say goodbye...?
or to forever?