How I Feel

If I had to run, then it was to save myself.
If I had to cry, then it was to express my pain.
If you had to ask, then you didn't know my fears.

And deep within my heart I hoped that it would all go away,
and standing deep within the blanket grass is where we'd stay.
But instead of grass there's concrete spreading far and wide,
and instead of love and holding hands, you aren't by my side.

But if it's fate,or if it's destiny who knew how we'd choose?
That being together could be so wrong all the gods would refuse.

Us? A word? A phrase that sounded so strong when I held you.
Nothing. What was left, what anger and sadness held true.

Wonder. How I feel, are you there? Can you hear me?
Shameful, distrustful, saddened, all the things I seem to be.