Once upon a time
I gave a piece of me to you
which you treasured for a while
then traded in for something new

But the pieces I had left
could not rebuild the loss
I was somehow incomplete
left alone to face the cost

And as time marched slowly on
the wounds became all healed
until I met somebody new
loves painful truth once more revealed

So now I face a choice in life
what to do with what is left
do I lock the door and lose the key
'fore I am totally bereft?

But even if "the one" shows up
is there any way to know
if she can put the pieces back
and will the missing ones regrow

Too many questions I now face
but answers I have none
So I guard the pieces carefully
hiding from the sun

Tell me should I stick around
and keep filling in the gaps
left by those for whom you care
like paper over cracks

Or do I simply fill a need
that otherwise you’d live without
replacing passion, dreams and laughter
with insecurity and doubt

Tell me do I kid myself
one day there might be more
that being what he isn’t
will lead you to my door

I cannot help but wonder
how unhappy you would be
if you lost touch with all the qualities
that you only find in me

So tell me should I stick around
if you were me what would you do
would you let you take the best of me
while he gets the best of you

Why are you so far away
and yet so close to me
There so much I want to show you
so many things for you to see

So many things that we could do
if we were given time to share
will it always be just daydreams
me always here, you always there

will we ever camp out on the beach
watch the sunset from the sand
or walk along the shoreline
together hand in hand

will we get to dance in silence
to that tune inside your head
or lay within each other’s arms
sleeping together in our bed

will I ever get to see the smile
that creeps across your face
as you think about these questions
and picture our embrace

This list goes on forever
is that how its meant to be
in time we’ll know the answers
one day soon I hope we’ll see.

Is it really just another day,
I mean it’s Christmas after all?
It used to a happy time
from what I can recall

So now when people ask me
if I’ve any Christmas plans
I say “I just want to make it through”
but no one understands

You see I know I have no right
there a lot worse off than I
but falling amongst the snowflakes
will be the tears I cannot cry

If I really could have anything
under my christmas tree that day
I would like to understand
just why my spirit went away

Once upon I had a dream
I had the perfect life
full of love and laughter
free of stress and free of strife

each day the sun shone brightly
now and then we’d get some rain
enough to feed the trees and plants
and let flowers bloom again

Spring would follow Winter
and Summer sun gave way to Fall
and everything in life fit right
nothing too big, nothing too small

Sometimes we’d talk away the night
and be surprised that it was dawn
then take ourselves at last to bed
tucked under covers nice and warm

we’d lie within each other’s arms
never too hot and ne’er too cold
convinced that this would be our life
from now ‘til we got old

and some days we would just make love
and fall asleep in our embrace
then wake and do it all again
love was a journey, not a race

Once upon I had a dream
life was an overflowing cup
but the day it smashed upon the floor
was the day that I woke up

Why is it that the girl next door
always lives so far away
and the dreams we seem to share
always end with “well, one day”

Why is there never clarity
in just what’s meant to be
Why can’t we start off simple
“I like you, do you like me?”

From there we’d take a single step
toward where we want to be
and if that all goes the way it should
then there’s step 2 and then step 3

And before you even know it
all the doubts have gone away
left behind amongst the footprints
of the steps we take each day

Til finally we make our stand
before our family and friends
and start the next stage of our journey
one I hope that never ends