For what I've never said.

The words left unread
The pages of a story book.
One I never felt I should take a look
Through, all the thick and all the thin
I think that we have been
Fine, and rough, but good.
And all but good.

And I know it's not but gibberish
The days gone by
But I think if we just held on
They'd just keep going on.
Holding on by tooth and nail
But I've never really had to.
Never really had to try or bargain for
As I've gotten all I could ever ask, and sure,
I've never had to try.

But it couldn't hurt to do once more.