Whilst I’m here amongst the madding years
Around the sorrow, the heartache and tears
Many words are spoken and regretted in time
Looking back to the days when you were mine
Those days we spent together, the good and the bad
Looking back in time, I must have been mad
Now the loneliness burns at my very existence
Should I have strived to greater persistence?
Long days, lonely nights, grey mornings too
Too much time on my hands, time to construe
Has destiny dealt me the plight that I feel?
A feeling of despair and a longing to squeal
No more that person way back in the past
No more the feelings of happiness surpassed
Is it too late to consider turning back the clock?
Where is the key that your heart may unlock?
So it’s to you that I turn in my hour of need
Consider my plea so this heart may not bleed
I’m asking you now, to try just once more
It’s to you that I turn, the one person I adore
Copyright Brian Peza Perrins 2009
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