Plenty of Time
late in the evening
in the glow of the moon
as we lay our love down
hearts once in tune
we locked it away
there was plenty of time
to get what we wanted
that future that shines
somehow we missed it
the flags and the signs
now boards on that window
it unraveled like twine
now each with another
as it fell to the side
the "what could have been"
dissolves in our pride
those hopes for the future
now dreams of yesterday
the "what should have been"
a fantasy decayed
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