And if I

I will go gently through the mirror words and find my solace in your silence
I will masquerade in the dark and fall apart in their glare
If you should think, I fear your melancholy, you would be right to know
I cannot pick apart forgotten sentences

And if I were a child, I would be yours

I will go gently through the scrap heap and treasure lost boxcars of hope
I will dwindle on the scatterings and relive each tired moment
If you should think, I fear my future past finds, you would be right to know
I cannot change time

And if I weren’t a child, I would be yours