What Could Have Been
They're finally falling; the walls that we built
The facades we used to hide all our guilt
Broken and ruined, just specks of dust
The love that we shared; along with our trust
So when all is done, and there's nothing to say
We'd turn our backs and walk away
Dreaming of all the things that we've seen
And wondering always of what could have been
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