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!!