What would you do, if the familiar things you don't miss anymore came back to you? Would you hold on to those that are your now or would you go back to your past. Would you draw inspiration of what you have been able to change or find the old colors that are beneath the walls and your window pane. Our understanding of something that has changed are like sketches we keep painting, some that we have you have put behind. It is nice to be nice sometimes, we are not in the business of endless second chance we are just used to being there. Our greatest strength and weakness are all but the same, that we do the same things over and over wishing something to change. This one is not about coming back but asking what if it did? "if it all"
If it all
If it all came back to you,
How would things change? What would you do?
Would you come running back to the past
To things that moved away, the ones that didn't last
If the things that you have carefully changed
Was lost from your sight and somehow rearranged
Would you call from the places that are quiet for now
Lost in stories we tell ourselves, someplace & somehow.
What would you do if memories came back?
Would you move close or far away from things you can track
Would you follow along stories we get to write
Between all the feelings that are gone & some that survive
If it all came back, even if just for a while
Would you gather up the pieces, would you put up a smile
Come, write with me, a story at beginning or at day's end
We are waking up from long dreams, following lost friends.
If it all
If it all came back to you,
How would things change? What would you do?
Would you come running back to the past
To things that moved away, the ones that didn't last
If the things that you have carefully changed
Was lost from your sight and somehow rearranged
Would you call from the places that are quiet for now
Lost in stories we tell ourselves, someplace & somehow.
What would you do if memories came back?
Would you move close or far away from things you can track
Would you follow along stories we get to write
Between all the feelings that are gone & some that survive
If it all came back, even if just for a while
Would you gather up the pieces, would you put up a smile
Come, write with me, a story at beginning or at day's end
We are waking up from long dreams, following lost friends.
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