thought of a poem
words came through
it was all for you, my baby blue
i'm on the outside, shining in
telling you all the things that could have been
did you know
when things become used
you long for what could have been
therefore in the distance
when you're shining back
don't hold for what might have been
'cause in the end
you'll look back, take a final glance
and remember, we sure did have fun
while we were given the chance