A Second Chance

On that night;

The breeze spoke different languages,

The moon could not cover the darkness,

There I sat in my loneliness,

Wondering why I’m feeling low,

Pondering on why my spirit could not flow,

Then her picture was drawn before me

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And deep down within me,

The hot tears were flowing,

The emotions all blowing,

Right in my senses I think am burning.

There my heart was calling,

For the resurgence of an heart broken.

Will there ever be a second chance?

As I look into her picture with a glance,

I remember all our dance,

And my memory flooded with our romance.

Will there ever be a second chance?