I knew these days would come.

Oh, if only they didn’t have to.

If only I could shelter you from the dark, cruel nights.

If only I could hold you and guide you, as your beacon of light.

If only a problem shared was in fact a problem solved.

It’s a crying shame, what we become when we aren’t absolved.

If only there was a remedy for this kind of pain,

If only we could do it all again.

If only we could forget all greviances and leave your woes behind,

Perhaps then we could find some peace within your mind.