When all is said and done
and I’m looking back upon the race I’ve run
when my heart gives in
I know you will be beside me, precious friend
It’s just the same from the beginning to the end,
When all is said and done
And I wander down this open road for days
And if the sun should fall
And the dancing we once did become a crawl
let the memories move like shadows on the wall
If I lose my way
When I’m coming home
And I walk across the bridge of death alone
I will fix my eyes
on the one who is waiting at the other side
My old friend with countless others, there beside
When I’m coming home
“When All Is Said And Done,” by Tyrone Wells. Photographs by Alan Chin.
The farther we get from something, the easier it is to forget it, cover it up, rationalize it away. It’s been a month, and it already feels, watching CNN, like this took place in another century.
A.