Can you see it? Can you see what I saw? What they never saw? The miles beneath these feet, the miles that I had to walk, the ones I could not resist. Can you understand it, as I understood it? The choice I had to make, for the better of the world, the choice that did not have a chance in hell but the hope that I had… the hope for a better tomorrow. And can you feel it under foot, the median of my life, leading me on like a rope, pulling me to you, with you, and in you I found me. Can you see it in the sun as it sets; it’s me in the light, fading out, with the coming dusk. Can you walk until dawn for me when my feet cannot go on? Can you let me feel me, holding myself in your arms? The texture of my body, just the road set out before you. Can you read my face like that map in your hands? I am the search in your mind for the prize at the end of the lane. With every dip in my posture, make a trench on your map, and every tip of my tongue on your cheek, causes a mountain in your field. Can you place the signs to the features of my face; can you graph my posture into twisting, winding paths? The median my middle, and the half and half of me that loved you along this road I had to walk. So what do you see? What did you see in me, that you saw in this, this road upon your feet, within the air your breathe, and the miles of your journey, the journey you had to take, no chance, no choice, no hope but hope of tomorrow, from today. So can you see me now, as I saw you then, walking, alone, pulled taunt by your median, on and on again until you found the end, the end of the rope at the end of your road, here in the end of my life. How many miles did you walk before you could see me? How many lifetimes are under your feet before you come to me? So can you feel me? In your road, and on your arms, I am your highway, with the setting sun; I am your hope for tomorrow, with the climbing moon. And can you carry me home, to the place where I belong? Let my lightening lead you, let my eyes in the roadway signs show you the turns, and let my curves be your comfort along this winding road, let me turn you as you go, and I’ll lead you through, to where you and I must go. So can you see it, can you see what I saw yet? What they never saw? Can you see this road as the way to a hopeful tomorrow, moving on and building up from all of today’s mistakes? And can you stare into the sun right there, stare as hard as you can… can you understand yet if we’ve been lied too? Can you tell me if you’ll go blind? Have you already gone blind? Then, if you have gone blind, and you stare into that sun, will you not be shaded by the clouds? So is the light not all that bright? Or is the truth to painful to comprehend at this time? Is the light not where we should be? Is the light not the enemy when your eyes cannot delve into it as deeply as they can the dark? Maybe the truth hurts, and the road never forgets, but do you want to walk on blind to the world around you, do you want to loose your eyes for a truth you can’t even find? And can you feel me yet in every crevice of your choice? In every turn you go, every road you know, can you remember me there when you have no where else to go? And do you know, when you go, and you walk, when you tread your own lifetimes under these roads, beneath your feet, I’m holding you up, holding you tall, keeping you strong. Have you forgotten where I’m from, the humble origins of these hills? The delicate past of these winding curves, my hip and lips, my eyes and legs, the highway, the night way, the freeway, the roadway, the skyway, the cobble stone lane with the one way sign. I am every where for you. You haven’t forgotten have you, that you can see me again in every tree and every hill, in every sky and every star, I am there. I am the setting sun and the climbing moon, the falling dusk and the shooting star. I am the rising dawn and the misting dew; I am upon the grass, and in the median, my half and half, with the halves that love you. Because somewhere here between this Heaven and it’s Hell, a stone fell in, and now we’re carving away our figures, carving in our bones with this stone, And I look up, upside down into the night sky, with the flesh of a new birth, a revelation, a renaissance combing through my veins, but I see only the discontent stars and the rushing suns competing with the vacant moons, baring stares so untrue, as the sunlight that will blind my eyes, the lights of truth with the piercing brilliance. And I wonder to myself if we have this all wrong, if you have to go down to rise up. With every fall will we not rebuild stronger and stronger? So maybe we’re wrong, and Heaven truly waits below, as Hell rose up to never fall and learn from its mistakes. And here I am in the same place I have always been… So can you see it yet? Can you see all that I saw? Can you see what they never saw? So can you see this road as a walkway into tomorrow? Can you see these turns as the end of yesterday’s mistakes, each addition to your map, a new horizon, and a new fate? Can you see me still, in every twist and turn, in every rain drop on the brim of your hat, or the window sill as you look out and wonder, where I am, what the night looks like to me, and if my median ended? If I am free… Can you see it? Can you see what I saw? What they never saw? Can you see where we are, where we've been, where we're going? The miles beneath these feet, the miles that I had to walk, the ones I could not resist. Do you know the steps she took to bring us here? Can you understand it, as I understand it? The choices I had to make, for the better of the world, the choices I had to make, for the better of our future. Can you comprehend the choice that did not have a chance in hell but the hope that we had… the hope for a better tomorrow for everyone involved. Can you feel it under foot, the median of her life, leading us on like a rope to you, and you and you, and once in us, we found each other. Can you see it in the sun as it sets; it's her in the light, fading out, with the coming dusk. Can she walk until dawn for us when we feel our feet cannot go on? She will walk on, each new stride stronger then the last, with the growing burden upon her back, and we will never once utter thanks. Ungrateful in every way, still she loves us the same. "Can you let me feel me, holding myself in your arms? The texture of my body, the road set out before you. Can you read my face like the map in your hands? With every dip in my posture, make a trench on your map, and every tip of my tongue on your cheek, causes a mountain in your field. Can you place the signs to the features of my face; can you graph my posture into twisting, winding paths? The median my middle, and the half and half of me that loved you all along this road I had to walk." So what do you see now? What did you see in her, that you saw in this, this road upon your feet, the air your breathe, and the miles that you journey, the journey you had to take, no chance, no choice, no hope but hope of tomorrow, from today. So can you see her now, as she saw us then, walking, alone, pulled taunt by her median, on and on again until we found the end, the end of the rope at the end of her road, in the absolute center of her heart, here in our lives. How many miles did you walk before you could see her? Before you could feel her, before you could hear her. How many lifetimes are under your feet before you came to see, the miracle of tomorrow? "So can you feel me? In your road, and on your arms, I am your highway, with the setting sun; I am your hope for tomorrow, with the climbing moon. And can you carry me home, to the place where I belong? Let my lightening lead you, let my eyes in the roadway signs show you the turns, and let my curves be your comfort along this winding road, let me turn you as you go, and I'll lead you through, to where you and I must go." So can you see it, can you see what I saw yet? Can you see what they never saw? Can you see this road as the straightest way to a hopeful tomorrow, moving on and building up from today's mistakes? And can you stare into the sun right there, stare as hard as you can… can you understand yet if we've been lied too? Will you go blind? Have you gone blind? And if you stare into that sun, will you not be shaded by the clouds? So then is the light not all that bright? Or is the truth to painful to comprehend at this time? Is the light not where we should be? Is the light not the enemy when your eyes cannot delve into it as deeply as they can the dark? "Can you feel me yet in every crevice of your choice? In every turn you go, every road you know, can you remember me there when you have no where else to go? And do you know, when you go, and you walk, when you tread your own lifetimes under these roads, beneath your feet, I'm holding you up, holding you tall, keeping you strong. Have you forgotten where I'm from, the humble origins of these hills? The delicate past of these winding curves, my hips and lips, my eyes and legs, the highway, the night way, the freeway, the roadway, the skyway, the cobble stone lane with the one way sign. I am every where for you." "You haven't forgotten have you, that you can see me again in every tree and every hill, in every sky and every star, I am there. I am the setting sun and the climbing moon, the falling dusk and the shooting star. I am the rising dawn and the misting dew; I am upon the grass and in the median, my half and half, with the halves that love all of you." Because somewhere between Heaven and Hell a stone fell in, and now we are here, carving away our figures, carving in our bones with this stone, and I look upside down into the night sky, with the flesh of a new birth combing through my veins, and I see only the discontent stars and the rushing suns competing with the vacant moons, baring stares so untrue, as the sunlight that will blind my eyes, the lights of truth with the piercing brilliance. And I wonder to myself if we have this all wrong, if you have to go down to rise up, with every fall will we not rebuild strong and stronger? So maybe we're wrong, and Heaven waits below, as Hell rose up to never fall and learn from its mistakes. And here I am in the same place I have always been…  "Can you see me still, in every twist and turn, in every drop of rain on the brim of your hat; or the windowsill as you look up and wonder where I am? As you wonder, what the night looks like to me, if my median ended. If I am free. Can you see me anymore in the rain, as it sifts through your eyes, have you closed them to preserve this night, forever inside. Forever closed, as I'm forever holding tight, never loosening, never regretting, never ending, never letting go. I am the road beneath your feet; I am the turn in the wind, and the curve in the street. I am the median with the half heart and half soul, the halves that make up the whole that loves you for the steps you've taken down this road. So can you see me still, whispering light, and traversing hope, like a line, and a feather I float straight down forever, to you? Never a stray, never regret, never an unanswered prayer, never will I forget, if you pray strong and true. For I am the universe, and I am the world; I am the Earth, in a pile of skittles on your counter top in the library down the street. I am your Angel and I am your army, I am your lover and sufferer, but believe in me and I am free, as free as you could ever hope for me to be, as free as you'll someday be."