Regrets of the past
Are revised in the future...

Why does love always seem to end cruel
And yet when it starts, it is so divine...

Of course most things can be replaced
With shiny and brand new...

I know our love is not perfect
If such a thing exists...

Sometimes your image
Shows sides to you never seen...

A burning candle gentle flame
Swaying within the air...

I'm running late
I need to go...

Once I would light a candle
And set it in our view...

All fond memories of you I still find
Because I simply cannot let them go...

Storms faced as a child
I'd count the seconds between...

You remind me of the morning
Of when the sun would rise...

Before it's too late, or an excuse you might find
It doesn't take much, to have peace of mind...