i wIll not be there

when i thInk
Of all the ThIngs
that could go wrong
all the brIdges
that could have Burned
From the songs
i dIdn't sIng
from the rIngIng
In your voIce
all the tImes
i dIdn't say
all the forgets
and tomorrows
i dIdn't pray
the questIons
one should Never Ask
the WIndIng way
wIll make one stray
If the eye
Is not careful
EnougH
all the endIngs
could go wrong
all the lyrIcs
of a song
fall down
a draIn
In the SIlence
of sweet raIn
If one fall
Is not enough
If one song
goes unsung
If one word
goes unsaId
i wIll not be there.