I’ve never known a love like this. It’s foreign to me. But I do know that I wrote songs about you long before we ever met…
If your funeral was tomorrow, what song would you want to be playing?
How do you live in the moment yet plan for the future?
How do you let go of something you love?
Why not hold on tight, if you fear that you’ll lose her?
Why do you fear, if love is enough?
How will fate find you if you travel away?
Why do you dream of forever when all you have is today?
Why must I insist on understanding it all?
Does a painting ever ask why it hangs on the wall?
No more can it understand the totality of the hall
Then I can my Creator, or why I must write at all…