There Is A Life That Waits

There is a life that waits
For those who live with love,
And a world which therefore ceases
When love has had enough.

There is a life that waits
Where you and I would walk,
There between the old beech trees
And sit a while, and talk.

There is a life that waits
Filled with lifelong joy,
Your first time on a bicycle,
Your first date with a boy.

And there’s a life that was,
The one we couldn’t share,
The one with you in wonder wrapped
Whilst I walked scarred and bare,

In places where the leaves had withered,
Where heather turned to grey,
Where songs sink deep within the weather,
And no more games are played.

There is a life that with you waits
By some sunny cottage wall,
In a form of England lost,
Where I did not fail or fall.

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