kumbaworld
Written in the stars
John, Elton
I am here to tell you we can never meet again
Simple really, isnŽt it, a word or two and then
A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when
You think of me or speak of me or wonder what befell
The someone you once loved so long ago so well
Never wonder what IŽll feel as living shuffles by
You donŽt have to ask me and I need not reply
Every moment of my life from now until I die
I will think or dream of you and fail to understand
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand
Is it written in the stars
Are we paying for some crime
Is that all that we are good for
Just a stretch of mortal time
Is this GodŽs experiment
In which we have no say
In which weŽre given paradise
But only for a day
Nothing can be altered, there is nothing to decide
No escape, no change of heart,
no anyplace to hide
You are all IŽll ever want,
but this I am denied
Sometimes in my darkest thoughts,
I wish IŽd never learned
What it is to be in love and have that love returned