If I died when I was younger
and never lived to tell the tale,
I'd hope the dream around me
would never hope to fail.
If I lived only in memory,
where the past ever lives,
I'd pray what you'd remember,
prey what should forget.
And I always reach to touch you,
always reach to strive
to make the world a place,
you could live if you were alive.
And I'm sorry for when I hurt you,
for you know I meant the best:
I just wanted to hold you
and forget all the rest.
But I only died inside,
when the lottery drew your name,
but though I continue striving,
the world has too far changed.
And I've tried to heal the world,
and I try on to this day:
the ones who let me reach them,
and those who push away.