What-if
She dwells in What-if lands Oceans of What-if eyes Seeking tears to wash Away the ruins of her life The hand of fate Has knocked again And opened the door To his waiting smile Yet there’s little left To be done or said When she
She dwells in What-if lands Oceans of What-if eyes Seeking tears to wash Away the ruins of her life The hand of fate Has knocked again And opened the door To his waiting smile Yet there’s little left To be done or said When she
It saddens me to know that mankind has always chased perfection, and they will never get it, not on this planet, no. It’s like this idea they carry in their hearts, hoping things remain constant, in a state of perfection or, well, near perfection. But