If I could do life again
wouldn't I be born anew
and take you as my faithful friend,
gentle as the morning dew?
That lingers as dawns soft light
and rinses away our sorrow
or rising as the moon of white,
staving off tomorrow.
If I could do life again
I would do it with you
But this time never to offend
for I have learned what not to do.
It is our fears, our jealousy and rage
that drive a stake into the heart
making of love a gilded cage
while we call in vain, sweetheart.
For no soul is all my own
an upturned hand, a silent cry
when my heart has turned to stone
still, nothing is mine, save the sky.
Had I known that freedom is fine
before I had asked you to stay
would we have romantically entwined
for capture made you run away.
If I could do life again
I would hold you with an empty hand
devoid of traps as age ascends
like an hourglass of restless sand.
No way to capture who you are
as some were made to roam
a blind maiden yearning for a star
and a prince looking for a home.
Your soul was never my own.