Happy, was you.
On that special day.
Where you swore to love one another?

Where you professed?
For better or worse within your very own church.

Until you realize, it wasn't going to work out.
Now, you have broken dreams.

Where all the happiness is gone?
Mixed with sadness from, what you thought was wonderful?

When asked?
When asked about why?
You try.
You try to avoid those questions.

Cause broken dreams, is all you remember.
When you think about, what could have been?