When I close my eyes, all I can see
is a picture of us together,
with a house, and a garden, and a swing,
white clouds and clear weather.

Our kids playing in the backyard,
and us sipping a cup of tea,
I think, perhaps, it could've been true
but it isn't, you see.

I wish I could've been a better husband,
a better father which they'd need.
Turns out, I kept a family alive but,
in hearts, dead indeed.

They told me so many times they wanted
me to stay by their side.
But I could do nothing but watch 'em
slowly break inside.

I stayed silent when I was needed most,
for there were too many thoughts to say.
I let them go, in front of my eyes,
too proud to ask 'em to stay.

Without leaves, roots, and flowers,
I'm a mere lonely stem.
Wish I could've said at the right time,
I did wanna live with them.

When I close my eyes, all I can see
is a dream which was lost,
somewhere between my pride,
and somewhere between my thoughts. 💔✨


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