Where would you be
In the next ten years?
In the arms of another?
Or the arms of your lover?
Are you well off the days
going through the maze
of the world painfully
to be reminded shamefully
Of your past mistakes
your shameful response
to that one person
there was no pardon
Lost as we seem
Can't we see ourselves?
In the arms of our enemy.
Shamefully, painfully
Reminded of the past wars
To see as clear as day
That there was nothing to say
But it didn't matter now anyway.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
Where would you be
In the next ten years?
In the arms of another?
Or the arms of your lover?
Are you well off the days
going through the maze
of the world painfully
to be reminded shamefully
Of your past mistakes
your shameful response
to that one person
there was no pardon
Lost as we seem
Can't we see ourselves?
In the arms of our enemy.
Shamefully, painfully
Reminded of the past wars
To see as clear as day
That there was nothing to say
But it didn't matter now anyway.
