40 Years Lyrics

It is here in this moment,
That we find what I, as man, am made of.
Am I wood? Am I stone?
Or could it be enduring the pains of flesh?
Is this then, courage - a contest of strength?
Where have we gone these past six or so years?
Such delicate hearts seeking redemption.
Suppose, for one moment,
That you were just an illusion;
Would I have risen?
Would I have fought with such will?

Forty years,
To find this moment.
Forty years,
To end our tension.