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Not Lived

Contributed by UpsAndDowns on Sunday, 9th January 2011 @ 06:34:27 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

We lost our time, like most time drains the sand
Reach for the glass, to turn it right side up in my hand
To save what’s left, too late to save what’s already lost
My mind has been engaged by a love that has set the stage.

Cry, and laugh, about the thoughts I try to hide,
Hidden behind my eyes,
I would change the tides if I thought it could make it right,
But I realize, my life,
Is a life not lived, without you in it.

I sit alone, and tear the pages from the book I wrote for you,
Stop and try to grab the ash that lines the chimney flue
Can’t let you slip through my fingers, like so many others
Watch my slow decent from whole to less than perfect.

It’s too easy to let go of what makes life turn
Instead of fighting for the one, who can make your heart burn
It’s a life not lived, without you in it.

Cry, and laugh, about the thoughts I try to hide,
Hidden behind my eyes,
I would change the tides if I thought it could make it right,
But I realize, my life,
Is a life not lived, without you in it.

My field of vision spotlights you, but miles down the road
Before time might find us sharing the full load
Time can make it right, growing up to grow together
What is patience now, when it could lead to the rest of forever.

Cry, and laugh, about the thoughts I try to hide,
Hidden behind my eyes,
I would change the tides if I thought it could make it right,
But I realize, my life,
Is a life not lived, without you in it.

It’s too easy to let go of what makes life turn
Instead of fighting for the one who can make your heart burn
It’s a life not lived, without you in it.

Copyright Â© UpsAndDowns ... [ 2011-01-09 18:34:27]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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