If I Could
If I could take you back again
What would I give?
A Few modest words in my own behalf.
The years of watching you go
Were like slow relentless steps
On the road to present ruin.
No way to anticipate the path
That lead us to this point
Of cold indifference.
Hand-in-hand we set out
On a voyage paved with promise,
Defying dire, whispered warnings,
Heads in the clouds, hearts on the wing.
We were the Golden ones, the Silver ones.
Nothing would stand in our way,
Blind in our defiance
That gave the appearance
Of indifference, of uncaring.
But I cared. I cared a lot
And wept to see it fade.
A Few modest words in my own behalf.
So, what would I give?
A hand? An arm? My soul?
All this and all that I have
To take you back again.