All by myself I sit and think of you
I see the pictures in my mind and think of you
It hurts to be alone
How can I show you that I care
what are the magic words that will reveal me to you
if only I knew then they would flow from me to you
but I simply sit and listen to my thoughts and wonder why

If I could change the words or what I did
would I
I do not know
because I am locked within my own past
and cannot relive what has been
I can only hope for future times
and look back and say
I'm sorry

I must go forward that is where my life lies
not in my past
no matter how many times or ways that I look at it
I am not a weaver who can unravel the threads
and place them in a better weave
I only have myself to give
and that is how I come to you
just me

there is no greater story than this
it is mine and I have made it
no matter where it goes
I will follow to its end
and see what lies beyond the next horizon
in essence I can only be me
I will never be more or less