What Might Have Been

A door left ajar

lets whispering from afar

breath life into... a dream of me and you

I will the spark to die

But still it lights my eye

Still makes me feel that this alone is real

And though I know it

I dare not show it... or let this madness makes a kill

By dwelling on what might have been

Or giving sadness space to fill

I'll balance on the edge a while but won't... fall in

I'll retrace every step

I've ever run or crept

Hoping I will see what is bleeding me

And when I know it

I won't show it... or let this madness make a kill

By dwelling on what might have been

Or giving sadness space to fill

I'll balance on the edge a while but won't... fall in