Nothing much you can do,
its one's choice, and his alone.
Battles come and go,
so do betrayal.
Misery is nothing else, but expected.

Give it back,
the freedom and joy,
of which he speak,
and own, but of the past.

A lifetime of love,
or a lifetime of regrets,
the decision is yours, and yours only.

What awaits them, none could tell,
a blessing is all, they could give.

What makes it all funny,
a love turned into a battle,
resulting in regrets and misery.

What awaits us people?

I knew your dreams
Because we used to talk
For hours at a time.

I knew your friendship
Because you were always there
When I needed your comfort.

I knew your pain
Because you trusted me enough
To share your past with me.

I knew your fears
Because you helped me
To see that mine were the same.

I knew what was important to you
Because you were always
So honest with me.

I knew your goals
Because I felt the enthusiasm
In your words when you talked of them.

I knew your guidance
Because you patiently explained
The things I didn't understand.

I knew your heart
Because I saw right into it
And felt it a part of my own.

I knew your honor
Because you let me go
When I fell in love with you.

And I knew your love
Because you wouldn't let me dream
of us together.

We are friends from far away.
When we talk we always have something to say.
Our lives so different yet the same.
Every night we play this game.
We talk of families and about our day.
I always wonder if there's more to say.
Could it have been different for you and I?
Or was fate decided before we could have tried?
For now we play our parts,
that's all that's left;
Never knowing if our hearts would have met.
Two people from far away, always asking,
"How was your day?"