Endless Eyes

What if you could see to any possible end, like you had gone in every infinite way out of the path that led you here with me? Would you still hold my hand, when you're feeling afraid? Would you still speak promises though already made a thousand times? or would you find a love with greater worth than mine? Am I made for you, to get nothing back? We can only find direction from where we came. and in the life we've made, we're bound to the end that it holds. but would your endless eyes see truer fate than ours?