To walk through the forest...

What will we have left when we take our last breath
To walk through the forest and to see everyone there
Will we still take each other's hands and feel the last beat
When the gates appear will we walk together up to the final stair 

We've lived a life together and nothing is ever perfect 
From son and father fights
To mother and son chats 
We've loved and poured our hearts out down at the seafront 

When we get our time we remind ourselves that we have to shine
Photograph of our hands next to the wedding cake
The white dress and brown suits
Red rose's and grid iron streets 
Photograph of youth and loves happy face

What will we have left when we take our last breath
To walk through the forest and to see everyone there
Will we still take each other's hands and feel the last beat
When the gates appear will we walk together up to the final stair
Will we still take each other's hands and feel the last beat
Take my hand until we go home.....x