We'll Get It Right

With the days that pass by Along with the moments we hope to leave behind Come the lingering feeling Of what should have clearly been As the contingency gets scanty And the feelings, grievous and empty Even with desperate cries for help Why do I stay incurably unheard? I extend my arms and try Try as I might to fly For when they say follow your heart It’s with you I want to start Yet my hearing must be impaired 'Cause it hears your voice that says we'll not end Tell me how could I not hold on to these words When in my heart they broke through, heard As we dare and lose a zillion times As our laughs retrogress to cries As the hugs turn into meters apart Does the end really need to be that we depart? Then here I hope that all the pain leads us farther That the past was nothing but a mere poseur 'Cause when we again find one another It’s up to the flame we cannot smother

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