Here, in Rome, all the ends are lost -
all the roads here crisscross and merge.
Every path here leads to a cross -
on each corner, there stands a church.
Here, in Rome, every rock is hallowed -
every square, every street, every stone,
and no matter whose footsteps you follow,
every face that you meet is your own.
Here, in Rome, you are bound to grasp
more than photo frames could contain,
as you run your hands through the grass,
as you stroll outside in the rain.