If you only knew
Who I was before you,
You’d know the meaning of black and white,
A life without color or beauty,
A world forever shrouded in gray.
If you only knew
Who I was before you,
You’d know the meaning of silence,
A life without music or rhyme,
A world forever haunted by emptiness.
If you only knew
Who I was before you,
You’d know the meaning of sleep,
A life without dreams or fantasy,
A world forever locked in nightmares.
If you only knew
Who I was before you,
You’d know the meaning of loneliness,
A life without being loved or needed,
A world forever surrounded by pain.
If you only knew
Who I was before you,
You’d know the meaning of existing,
A life without living or feeling,
A world forever imprisoned by death.
If you only knew
Who I am with you,
You’d know the meaning of living,
A life with endless meaning and emotion,
A world that in no way could exist without you...
- L.C., 2001
