I should have written down
The things I was taught in that park
Who uses what they learn anyway?

I should have kept the pictures
Of us in love and so young
Who wants to be haunted anyway?

I should have let the stories
You were whispering deep in my heart
Who would re-tell those tale anyways?

I should have admitted
how lost I felt in your eyes
Who admits to their fear anyway?

I’m always leaving –How far away?
off to places I lived -How long ago?
to times of innocence –How far away?
when there was no reason to forgive
Who really forgives anyway?

Hiding on a winter day
finding something warm and true
who needs to be in the world anyway?

I felt so tired
But your beauty always weakened my soul
Who uses their soul anyway?

Unrestrained and helpless
Against the power to create
Who really has control anyway?

I forfeit love so often
it’s only ghosts and dreams
and who believes in ghosts anyway?

I’m always leaving –How far away?
Off to places I lived –How long ago?
to times of innocence -How far away?
when there was no reason

I’m always leaving–How far away?
off to places I lived –How long ago?
to times of innocence –How far away?

On and on and on . . .