As the vagrant man falls in the park,
and gathers the papers for warmth in the dark
The last thought that enters his mind, if only
As the gang boy is tagging the wall,
with profanities shocking to all
And feeling the cuffs that restrain his hands now, if only
My child's been adopted 'cause drugs were my choice
I won't see her grow up, I won't hear her voice
I won't see her marry, and never rejoice, if only
When the elderly man's lost his wife,
and is left in a lonely world crowded with strife
The pills take effect and he blinks away life, if only
Flashes light up the room as he steps to the mic
he's sorry again he was with her all night
And the wife is in tears as he tells of his plight, if only
If only I'd never had that first drink
If only I had stopped to think
If only he'd never offered me that
If only they'd gone to the doctor and sat
If only she'd never glanced my way
If only we'd knelt down to pray
Our lives would be better in so many ways
If only
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem