When I peek into the future we're making
Then look back at the reality of my being
My deepest fears are again revealed
The joy I yield from thoughts of you
Is now and so often marred by my inadequacies,
Never-ending failures and disappointing lethargy
With the will I have to make you mine
I’ll do all I can to make better with my life
But then I ask, “Can I really?â€
Trust me I’ve tried.
I’ve seen dreams become nightmares
And opportunities under rug swept
All because, I don’t know why
I see and know what is advised
But doing it all is a grand task
I wish I could make me right
For it’s the very joyous thoughts of you
That make me want to cry
I can’t see a day in my to be existence
That I haven’t already envisaged us together
Yet I feel so unworthy
Love is all the good I have.
