If the cold breeze held

And shattered not the hanging dust,

Then the sun would warm the earth

And this grey would not be as grey.

If the night never fell

And the dawn was everlasting,

Then our regrets would be less

And we could defy convention's peace.

If you refrained from doubt

And accepted my goal was only joy

Then perhaps we could breathe deep

And hold each other again.

If solitude was not so damning,

And silence not so deafening,

Then I could choose ignorant forgetting,

And pretend love never came.

If I had stood hopeless

And fully realised my iscolation,

Then I would never have let you in,

And my dull days would not be so broken.

If you know hearts

And caressed me only to bruise mine,

Then why did you seem endless

And why does cruelty hold your name?