Wouldn’t it be nice.

Wouldn’t it be nice.

Wouldn’t it be nice –

Wouldn’t it be nice if I love you meant more? Wouldn’t it be nice if good intentions were enough?

Wouldn’t it be nice if life worked out like we planned? Wouldn’t it be nice if there were no pain to remind us we are merely men?

Wouldn’t it be nice if never was a promise I could hear and believe and forever not just a far away mystery?

Wouldn’t it be nice if I could flap my wings and fly away to the stars where the angels fly.

Back on earth here on earth I’m slowly fluttering back down,

Reality is real, life is life, pain is pain and it still cuts like a knife. My dear listen here cause the good things still stand! God still uses every pain for good in every evil plan. So tears I’ll cry because the fallen world burns and hurts, but the truth is still with us even while we deeply sob in bursts.

More likely I’m sad that I’m sad than really sad at the truth. I simply lost site of man and sin, forgot the pray for his strength withstand the demons dwelling near and within a strangely open heart to the dark. Perhaps it’s him? Perhaps it’s Me? Her? The concept? It’s a mystery.

Education is paramount. How did we get here? Where should I now stand?? Where shall I exist with what thoughts and what plans?

It’s a fresh start and a chance to renew. This pain surely hurts but I’m determined to forgive and yet not forget because from this pain we must learn. We must grow. We must never forget.

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