if I could take away your pain
I know I would
and chase away the rain
I wish I could
your grief wears heavy
like a weight of stone
and though you're not alone
I comprehend
what you intone
if I could change the twists of fate
I know I would
if God were not too late
I wish I could
turn back the hands of time
and take him from the grave
but could I truly save
when life succumbs
like rolling waves
when stars turn cold
we still can see them shine
when we grow old
we still cast out a line
to understand
the strains that try our souls
we stumble as our goals
become immeasurable
if I could hold you by the hand
I know I would
and help you understand
I wish I could
draw out the bitter tears
surrounded by your fears
and slow the hands of time
that haunt our years
when stars turn cold
we still can see them shine
when we grow old
we still cast out a line
to understand
the strains that try our souls
we stumble as our goals
become immeasurable
it's understood
you know I would
if I could
©2006 Cynthia Bage
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