I keep trying to write this story,
To ensure it has a happy ending,
I keep trying to force something,
When I should know there’s no pretending,
It was over before it began you see,
I got all caught up in trying to believe-
That the wind and the rain
Would bring answers to me,
When all along,
They weren’t mine to recieve.
So I keep going on, page after page,
Trying to edit and trying to erase,
But what’s done is done
And it cannot be changed!
Still I can’t drop my pen
I still give you your fame...