The many loves that came and went
That came and went, came and went
Left behind memories, no not those,
Only memories of what could have been
What could have been, what could have been
If one of those loves did lead to that, the
What could have been, what could have been
I ask myself now when no love is there
What would have been the case if that love
Led to the being of what could have been
And yet I see all around me many loves
Not in my life but in those of others
Where what could have been is the case
And yet I see no reason for cheer in so seeing
Tainted seems everything where feelings fly away
From their place of birth to far away lands
Never ever to return again, no never again.
Know Thyself 