I think of those people,
time and time again.
I tend to think of those,
who left me with much pain.

They tend to be the people,
that started like a dream,
I used to think they were,
the nicest I have seen.

They brought a lot of laughter,
and smiles and jokes my way.
They were the kind of people,
I really wished would stay.

I got used to their presence,
and I felt more secure,
I slowly let them inside,
I opened up my door.

But it was wishful thinking,
to wish that they would stay,
Because, just like shooting stars,
they passed and flew away.

Leaving behind those memories,
that were not meant to be,
Just like a piece of hot iron,
they left a mark on me.

I don't see them any more,
but if I did, I'd say,
"Thanks for the times you made my day,
by having the right words to say.

"Thanks for genuinely,
pointing out the flaws in me.
Though it was gradually,
you played a part in changing me.  

Perhaps we are not meant to last,
Only to be a memory of the past.
Even though we drifted apart,
you'll always have some place in my heart."

Who am I that you are mindful of me?
Despite my hidden sin and evil thoughts.
How could it be?
That you, oh Lord would die for me?

Many times I let you down,
But even then your love abounds.
Every foolish mistake I made,
each time I made your heart ache.

I look upon the wickedness of this land,
As I see the works of men.
Greed, killings, exploitation,
happens in every nation.

Robbery, kidnap, prostitution,
****, ******, molestation.
Every crude and wicked deed,
Don't these men deserve death indeed?

Yet you died for them on that cross,
and for that, I'm filled with remorse,
for every moment I condemned,
In my mind or with my lips,
any of these men.

You died for them and died for me,
and because of this I'm free.
Freed from every guilt and shame,
Freed from death and eternal pain!

And for this I pray,
have your way,
fill my heart with compassion,
compassion for the nations.

For they do not know what they do.
For they do not know you.

Silence is not keeping quiet
because you have nothing
to say...

Silence is having a lot
to say but no desire
to speak...

They say it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all, but I question that adage. What if you can't enjoy a quiet moment without thinking about your love? What if every woman you've dated since simply brings a smile to your face but one glance at her still feels like your heart is being squeezed by a vice? What if you taste this loss every single day like a mouthful of ashes? What if you need to be distracted by a new woman just so your brain will shut the **** up for a minute? What if every song that even remotely hints at love makes you think about her and no one else? Is it still better? Is it better knowing that the only person you've ever given your heart to is spending the rest of her life with someone else? Is it better knowing that this could have been so much more?