Come.., let me paint you a mental picture,
there’s a room, with a window and door,
there inside, a lost and broken man,
with head in hands, sat down on the floor.
A table, looming large, takes centre stage
it’s full of papers, cast hastily about,
and as his eyes gaze sorrowfully on them,
he starts to cry, when he really wants to shout
He wants to shout out loud in his anguish
he wants to scream, and blame it on fate,
he’d taken a gamble and lost all that mattered
one roll of the dice, meant it was much too late.
His love was gone, and never returning
she was gone, taking his heart in her hands
she was so tired of his broken promises,
leaving him alone, with their two golden bands.
Come..., let me paint you a mental picture,
as hope rising, he stares at the door,
and there she was, his love and anchor
One last chance, he whispers, just one chance more!!
LadyP © 2010