Does the song?
Know when, to remember,
Or when, to forget.
Memories of Momma, on my mind.
When will come the children.
To long for them we do.
Do I remember the future, or is it the past.
This time too, shall pass.
This road to come, long it is,
Here I am in Momma's van.
Trisha Yearwood, playing on the tape deck.
"The Song Remembers When".
When to love, when to cry, and when to try again.
He was angry with one of them.
With which one, he was not certain.
He had kissed them both.
In his life, their had only been two.
One gave him life, the other shared his bed.
Why spread the anger at the first, to the second?
The second had urged him, to settled the anger , with the first.
He was unwilling, to do the same.
So it spoiled his time, with the second.
Before the death of the first, their was reconciliation, and real forgiveness.
Now how to return to the second, to diminish the void, he created.
... this then is his quest.
