what if...

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what if...

they were right, he was wrong
try as i might, push on head strong
fought the fight, bruised left and right
heart in hand, run as far as I can
Only then can i comprehend
but it still does not make sense
never does
never will
make it end?

STOP!

what if...

i was right, they are gone
was it wrong? you're no where to be found
i choke, i fear, you're still not here
heart in hand, i offer you to mend
I'll soon understand
all's not within my plan
never was
always is
hope - just around the bend.

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