i remember walking with them
huddled under the umbrella, under the rain
a muddle of mess and mayhem
listening to the sound of the sewage drain
will we meet again
i look at them, they look back at me
i hear their voices, flowing with saudade and pain
that there would be walls between us, we couldn’t foresee
our plans to reunite crumbling in vain
will we meet again
trapped in isolation
my hope beginning to wane
will the world continue on with this version
with distance everything, down a new lane
will we meet again
will we meet again
will we meet again
one day it will come to an end, for endings exist
people will come to cherish each other day by day
if we try, if we take care, if we persist
in a changed world, moments away
We will meet again