I wish I had the hand to draw a picture of your face
Or the voice to sing or song
Could I have the strength to replace
All the thing I've done wrong?
If only I had the capacity to forget
The face I cannot remake, the song I cannot sing.
Perhaps I could draw your portrait
Of what I would see if I could look in those eyes once more
Those deep blues I adore.
Oh what a lovely picture I cannot create
But this song of ours?
It's effect would not be half as great
The song's beginning would tell of hope,
Passion, promises of a pleasurable future
Then, a darker tone,
For this is where I choose to discard two for one.
Though there are still possiblities for the end
Time will tell if the finale will end with joy
Crippled and tonedeaf, I am fortune's toy.
You can save me in time,
With your hand to steady mine.
With your voice to duet our rhyme.
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