Considering everything that has happened.
How things are right now, and
All that ever will be.
Yet, why do I still see you the way I do?
Though you fly high above my world,
Why do I still reach out for you desperately....yet cowardly?
If only I knew... If only you knew...
Then again... even if you did,
would it made a difference...?
Even if I'm sure,
can I make the difference...?
If only I knew....
