A fistful of joy
I didn’t get a hold of it
I could have and now that’s
A thing to miss
It may seem superficial
But the real reason why
This feeling makes me cry
Goes like this
I once knew a face
The closest thing to grace
And I had a chance to give it
One more kiss
But the kisses came too late
For the faithful dance of fate
Washed the room in perfect crystals
Made of ice
You may think the story’s done
Should’ve done it on the run
But that’s not the way you read
The fallen dice
Every chance you missed is not
Everything you lost is got
All just waiting where the wait’s
Eternal bliss
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