Some people call me childish
For taking pleasure in small things
I’d say that I am wilder
Usually prepared for what life my bring

But occasionally I am shell shocked
When my friends mention your name
And I wonder if I had been bolder
Would you have accepted my wedding ring?

My dreams bring flashes of stories
Insight into how we might have been
Nightmares bring accusations
Of the inevitable painful end

Every time I hear your voice again
It makes my heart fly and fall
For in the night of silence
My soul, it hears your call.