To that which may never be,
To happiness we may never feel,
To an unbreakable togetherness the world may never see;
This isn’t me saying goodbye;
This is me wondering if we could pick up the pieces and have a retry.
To one heart bruised and hurt,
To another waiting to be crushed,
To the man tagged evil and feeling lost;
The balm of gilead have I none;
And I’m no apostle of robbing peter to pay Paul.
To the laughter cut short midway,
To the beautiful smiles poisoned day to day,
To lovely people who want to, but cannot stay;
This isn’t me giving excuses or making apologies;
This is me owning up and taking responsibility.