The Word
When I think of that word
That one glorious word,
I think of my past
That one glorious word,
I think of what we shared
Wondering if he ever really cared
I think of everything we could be
Everything we should be
Knowing we can't
We had our chance
You have a new love now
One far better than me
Now we stay friends and I put on that smile Yet I know I will be hurting How ever this may end
The word I think of
Is one I fear and hate
One I never want but always have
This word is love
Love for all the pain
Love for all the suffering
Love is my one glorious word
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