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