If
If
If dreams became reality
if wishes could come true
then where I live, I'd live in peace
until my days were through.
If all the tears that I have cried
could wash away the pain
then every teardrop I have shed
would not have been in vain.
If my heart was made of stone
my soul forged out of steel
then arrows, sheaved in hateful words,
never could impale.
But dreams are not reality
and wishes don't come true
and tears cannot erase the pain
I've known my lifetime through.
Of flesh and blood I have been made
and my heart has no shield
and with the many arrows slung
I have been impaled.
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