What Might Have Been




It’s strange to think of,
What might had been,
Had you never loved another,
I wonder if it would have ended differently,
Had I gotten to you before your heart was tainted,
By lies and cruel deceit…

How sad that life wounds us,
Leaves us bloody wounds that never heal,
Taints our hearts with mistrust,
And cruel doubts that never leave-

I wonder sometimes,
What it must be like,
To be the first love of someone;
So that when your life is a desert,
Of broken dreams,
When all you have seems so far away,
You can look up to see your love,
That stands between you and stark reality,
Like a blood red rose blooming in the winter snow.

It’s hard to say,
What might have been,
Had you never loved another,
Perhaps we could have shared a dream,
Shared Life and love,
Traveled through this world,
With beauty at our fingertips,
With love a heartbeat away…

It’s funny how life goes on,
How birds still fly,
And the sky still turns blue,
It’s funny that I have to try so hard,
Not to think of you…

You call me now and then,
But I can’t think of a single word to say,
There is nothing in this world,
That can stay the day,
Nothing you can do,
Will bring me back to you…