The Perfect Song

A look into the past

I wanted to write the perfect song,

but, there was plenty of time before it was gone,

 

wasn't there? It always seemed that maybe next time,

I'd write the perfect melody--the perfect line.

 

Now I find myself on the other side of forever and looking back,

a truth I could never see--a hidden fact.

 

I realize something I never saw at the time, we were pretty damn good.

It was something I was blind to--that I never understood.

 

Now, I guess, I'm meant to walk a different path,

one that's changed, sure, in devastation's aftermath.