To Hold You (The Science of Failure) -2/11/05

Are chances lost so quickly put to flame
Now glowing only as the embers do
Just living in my hear, with all the blame
For this, Fact A: My arms do not hold you.

Do forks in this, my road, come only once
Then, fading back into the world of mist,
Just leave me here: the poor bewilder’d dunce
With this, Fact B: Your presence sorely missed.

But his the arms and his the heart that hold
And I am here with nothing left to say.
My life for thirty pieces now I’ve sold
By this, Fact C: I fell into delay.

My Question One: Are passed-by chances lost?
For I would gladly pay whatever cost...