This shall be the beginning of the end.
The ghosts are putting on dance shoes again.
Mothers prepare daughters for unknown joy
That for once will outlast daily despair.
I’ll go meet you in the familiar street,
When dawn is pregnant with light after rain,
Without knowing whether you will be there.
And I will kiss strangers, tell our story,
And lose myself in linked arms and shoulders,
And dance on the glint of wet paving stones,
Because I know that you know that we know
There’s no more fear of forgetting our pain.
From this day on we can tell our daughters
This place is theirs and it’s where they can grow.
For this is the beginning of the end
No matter if I will be there with you.