Someday
Someday there comes a time,
To stop living on hopes of what might be,
And to let go of what might have been,
For it doesn’t get you anywhere,
And it only makes things harder to bear.
How very truly sad it is
To finally realize that what you thought was,
Never really was at all,
And it feels like you have run into a wall,
But you must pick yourself up after you fall.
So dreaming is fine,
But someday it is time to draw the line,
And to stop holding on to what can’t be,
Let the past just be history,
And then you can finally be free.
Things are what they are,
That is just how life is,
You can’t change how it goes,
Not even by wishing upon a star,
And you can’t change how the wind blows.
Life does not wait,
Just like the hands of fate,
Wanting something with all your heart and soul,
Will not make it happen,
So just try to forget about what might have been.
You can’t force someone to love you,
No matter how much you may wish them to,
And it is best that way,
For love not freely given is not really love,
Love must be free like the wings of a dove.
By Charlotte Anne Seigler Miller
March 19, 2003
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