It would wait for it, if it could love
If it could see it for what it was;
It would give it the world, the breath, the sun
If it would take choices, make them undone
It knows that there's love in every heart
And that it has felt something from the start
But it is stubborn, is foolish, and young
It will never falter, doubt the things done
It will whisper lies that it will believe
It knows what's wrong but loves it to decieve
Because it knows it will wait forever
It tricks it by day and feeds it nevers
Raised up on lies its' love never grew strong
It never had strength to tell it was wrong
It had all of its' hopes, its' dreams, its' trust
But it turned them into ropes, schemes, and dust
It took all it dished, all of it could take
It nurtured secrets of love it could make
It had no intentions of loving it
But it was useless to stop the sparks lit
It believed in it, it loved afterall
Though it's now empty it fell for the fall.
It could wait for it, if it would love
If it would see it for who it was.
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