If I could, borrow time And return, to yesteryear Where dormant hearts Lie in wait And past hopes Lie in fallen pages From the script of life
If I could, borrow a sage To teach me, love And offer up All my dreams Upon a silver platter Then the written word Cannot be meaningless
If I could, borrow the stars For just a short time And blend the heavens To shape, my life And bind it Within the folder Of your eternity Then this book Has reached an ending
If I could, return to you Leafing back Upon these worn And rewritten pages And the wise old sage Taught me of wisdom And to live life One chapter At a time
If I could, borrow more time Where days Become minutes And every single second Becomes so precious And the fallen pages Combine To write the story Of our life So that history Writes itself And the future Lies in unabated wait
If I could, rewrite my past And tell this story Through the eyes Of the wise old sage And blend all the stars With wisdom Then this dormant heart Could behold the future
If I could, hold your heart As much As you held mine And the heavens stalled For just one second And the book of our life Reached its finality And the last page Would always say “The end”
If I could If I could For just one second Of time Love you, again And again Then life, would be A glorious eternity
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