It's there under the stars like a gift from heaven, a short ladder
It's there on our skin like a trace of salt with the taste of honey
It's there in our veins, in our throats and our eyes, in red, in blue
It is there in our sorrows as in our happy, mysterious days
It is the only thing that is worth it
It is the only something worth it
To be there.
To be there.
It's there in our silences as in our cries of rage, caught in a cage
It's is there in all books at the turn of a page, in the margin
It is there lurking in the shadows in our old memories, ready to emerge
It is there which lies in wait for us at every turn with a smile, our future
It's the only thing worth it
It's the only thing worth it
To be there.
D' be there.