If I could change the past,
Baby, believe me when I say I'd try.
I'd give anything to permanently
Dry your eye.
(both of them, in fact)
Sometimes I wonder how we've made it,
How we've stayed intact,
And then I know the root of our strength-
It's love.
It's joy.
It's a burning desire.
We've survived by the fueling
of a constant fire.
A fire to change the past,
To alleviate the pain.
It's the path we follow,
It's the same path from which we came.
According to the scriptures,
According to the world,
The past is behind us.
The present is with us.
The future is ahead of us.
This is, anyhow, what we've been taught and learned.
And no matter how hard
We try to change the circumstances past,
The pains and joys, memories, and lack thereof
Are always going to last.
But, baby sooner or later,
When playing with fire
You're gonna get burned.
-MS
