meet me on the half-way path

   and tell me you are doing well

   that there's been a little hell

   but you are fine, just fine.

   now we have our stories told,

   old you say, we're growing old?
 
 

   in this there's peace of places set

   to rest and places in the night

   that we might speak of yesteryears

   how we stood up for the fight

   how we learned of angel flight.

   Did you go to Rome alone?

   The king you say, he wasn't home?
 
 

   My friend come with me to the well,

   Let us drink again before we sail

   to life and all the love we've earned,

   for all the rest will gather dust

   and there is nothing else to trust...

   love we've garnered goes with us.