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Apart
By Charro
It makes me blue, but I know that it's true.
It wasn't meant to be for you and me.
What we could have had makes my heart grow sad.
I cried and I sighed but at least I know that I tried.
You had your say and it will end this way.
What we could have had together was a love that would have lasted forever.
We could have walked hand and hand along the beaches of white sand.
Yet, next to me isn't where you want to be.
I wish you could see what you meant to me.
We could have been lovers with the starry night as our covers.
To watch our love take flight would have been a beautiful sight.
And, with you by my side it would have been one hell of a ride.
I wanted you in my life to have as my wife.
So I took another stand because I wanted to be your man.
But, when I stood in your door all you could do was roar.
There ain't any us! In that you can trust!
This is how it has to be you just prove that to me.
You stood in all your glory and wrote the end of your story.
And, so my story to be told it ended with a band of gold.
So, I set here tonight and this to you I do write.
My love I will share with a woman who will care.
One who will take my hand and tell the world that I'm her man.
I will envelop her in my arms and protect her from all harms.
The powers that be will come to see.
I have paid my dues and there will be no more clues.
So, wallow in your fears of those who are your peers.
For, they have the power to keep you in the tower.
Hey it's all right with me keep your status of queen bee.
With you usual tone you will answer your phone.
But it won't be me that will be plain to see.
The clock shall strike three and no I won't be by the old oak tree.
We have come to the end and my heart will mend.
This is our fate and I do here by state.
I have a right to have a life and there will be a wife.
This place known as hell she will come to know as well.
It won't be wrong for me to have a love so strong.
Each day they will ask; how goes it with your task?
It will be this way as you carry on each day.
You will let out a sigh and tell another lie.
For you hold the key as to why they can't find me.
The days will fly by and along will come another guy.
And in his hand he will come to hold a little gold band.
Yet, there will be no shame in taking his name for I will have done the same.
I hope it will make you remember this night of November.
Of when I begged you too surrender to my love so tender.
You told me to go to hell for you had nothing to tell.
I give up this fight we were nothing but passing ships in the night.
So, I will be on my way for 'The wayward Pretender' has nothing more to say.
The End
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