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lyrics: J. Morse © 1983 Iron gates rise up before me Across a river, night black How can I be here? Is there any turning back? Open wide, invite me As a boat lands on the shore Pay the ferryman and cross to see What awaits inside the door. . . "Welcome, we're glad to see you here "It's time to see who holds you dear." You never know who it is That really cares for you until You're gone and you can see Who's gathered there to watch you go Who's there, and who stayed At home to watch afternoon TV Take a look and realize That those that care sit there Tears in their eyes You're the one I'd most hoped to see Please don't cry, you're all that mattered to me It hurts to know that I left you all alone In a world that will eat you alive, skin and bone Thousands of people I don't know They're only there because they once enjoyed the show Coming now to see me, one final time Why did I have to die, in my prime they cry. . . And now in silent death I wait until my friends are here To join me and then It may all be worth the pain But until then I will Sit and think of the past And cry for the one who lost Their world because I died Don't look at me that way You know I never wanted anything to hurt you But I'll pay the price, in the end, I know You won't be here with me, in the end |