So we ask again and again.
We don’t know how close we’ve been.
Until we rise up and find the end.
ECHO Can we find it here?
Who will know when it is time?
Who will know what is mine?
Who do we find here?
What do we look for so hard?
What, in a mirror’s broken shard?
What do we find here?
When will we understand?
When will love stretch out a hand?
When can we find it here?
Why do we look for a sign?
Why have we all crossed that line?
Why do we look for it here?
How do we see what can’t be seen?
How do we know what you mean?
How can we find it here?
So we ask again and again.
We don’t know how close we’ve been.
Until we rise up and find the end.
ECHO Can we find it here?
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