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My soul is sore seeking a song
From you
What is this hide-and-seek game you play?
(please, it’s a scarred heart…
Scared you’d depart
Forever)
What if you tripped and fell
Into an endless abyss
Of nothingness?
Would I hear a fading cry—
A goodbye?
Or echoing silence
Consuming the dark with black?
Do you know,
I think if my heart could remember now
In a do-over trip to then,
If experience of today
Could travel back in time
The greatest change would be
I’d love you with everything.
Isn’t that life’s greatest irony?
Youth gets the chances
Age the wisdom
I regret not deeds done
Rather, words left unsaid
Chances not taken
Lives not lived
and love left hidden.
From you
What is this hide-and-seek game you play?
(please, it’s a scarred heart…
Scared you’d depart
Forever)
What if you tripped and fell
Into an endless abyss
Of nothingness?
Would I hear a fading cry—
A goodbye?
Or echoing silence
Consuming the dark with black?
Do you know,
I think if my heart could remember now
In a do-over trip to then,
If experience of today
Could travel back in time
The greatest change would be
I’d love you with everything.
Isn’t that life’s greatest irony?
Youth gets the chances
Age the wisdom
I regret not deeds done
Rather, words left unsaid
Chances not taken
Lives not lived
and love left hidden.
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