When Is the Time

When is the time, I hear myself asking of me That I can face the truth and sit down and talk to me I know of many answers I would love to know I feel some having hidden meanings making the weight A much heavier load I wonder would I give me some good advice Would I sat in attention and could I sit on both sides Could I see all the truth and nothing but the truth Then make a final just judement On what to do about my love for you. Would I regret my decision If I convienced myself it were time For me to move on That the time had camed For closeure and a big girl I again must be. If I could just make me believe That somewhere their awaits an availble heart One filled with much love One bearing the same chemestry One opened with eagerness One waiting just for my touch. One that knows the value Of this Piscesan Love. When is the time