In the park on this day,
Sitting on a bench,
with nothing to say.
Nobody here on this cold cold day.
Thinking of all the bad things I said,
To my woman that left me instead.
Wish to turn back the hands of time,
Promise I would notice all the signs.
To respect and listen as we get old
With my love before the fire gets cold.
Sitting here watching the sun come down.
Knowing I don't get another round.
The leafless trees sway in the cold breeze.
The bitter cold temperature not bothering me.
Taking the punches I deserve,
Without mumbling one single word.
So filled with guilt and I can't get it all out.
Wishing there was another way out.
Black birds on and off the wire
Then to the ground as the day expires.
Back to the path I once enjoyed
Now so empty such a huge void.
Love is precious and never should be taken for granted
All the infauildty actions hurts all those who cares so don't let it happen.....