I
wonder if I would’ve caught you sooner                                    
If
I would’ve told you you’re beautiful or handsome                              
Would my words have made a difference?
Would my words have made a difference?
 If I caught you earlier in
life and showered you with love and hugs, instead of insults and negative word would this have made you handle your
life differently?
Would
you have learned a better way to problem solve                                                                              A better way for
conflicts to be resolved?
If I’d
just caught you sooner, walked down your street, crossed your path
Would I
have been the one person to make you laugh..when you were sad
 If only I
would’ve caught you sooner, would you have me as your inspiration?    
Would
I have been the voice of calm, as the rain in your life came down as small drops, then big ones and then a thunderstorm?
But I wasn’t there to say come in out of the cold and
wet, into the dry and warm,                 
Could I have made it feel more like sprinkles? You know, people have been known to
dance in the rain
If our paths would’ve crossed sooner could I have been
the happiness in your life when there was no happiness?  The light at the end of the tunnel when all
around you seemed dim?                        
The song in your heart when all you felt was a sad
sorrowful hymm?
If I only would’ve caught you sooner, Could I have been
your peace when you were angry? You’re full when you felt empty?                                                                   
Could I have been the inspiration to guide you when you
felt you weren’t progressing in life?  Could
I have been the hand you reached for when you felt like giving up and giving in
to the negativity that surrounds you?                          
But I wasn’t and now you are and continue to be lost,
broken, shell of a human being, dead eyes, empty soul, cold heart, bent back  from always looking down not looking up to
feel the warmth of the sun shining on your beautiful face.   
But no….No confidence in yourself nor anything greater than
the place you could stretch your imagination to ponder and wonder. At a
standstill, a halt stuck.    
weep for you and what you
could’ve been………If……
 
 
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