* Saturday, February 22, 2003*

If Only I Knew

If I knew it would be the last time That I'd see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in tighter and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door, I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time I would hear your voice lifted up in praise, I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute or two to stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day, well I'm sure you'll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there is always tomorrow to make up for an oversight, and we always get a second chance to make everything right.

There will always be another day to say our "I love you," In addition, certainly there is another chance to say our "Anything I can dos?"

However, just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get, I would like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike. Moreover, today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.

So, if you are waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today? For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day, that you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.

So always, hold them dear. Take time to say "I'm sorry," "Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay." Ultimately, if tomorrow never comes, you will have no regrets about today.


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trüst ënäblës ü tö püt ür dëëpëst fëëlïns n fëärs ïn ë pälm öf ür pärtnër's händ,
knöwïng thëy wïll bë händlëd wïth cärë -cärl s. ävëry
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ït's nöt lïkë yöü tö säy sörry
ï wäs wäïtïng ön ä dïffërënt störy
thïs tïme ï'm mïstäkën
för händïng yöü ä hëärt wörth brëäkïng
änd ï'vë bëën wröng ï'vë bëën döwn
ïntö thë böttöm öf ëvëry böttlë
thësë fïvë wörds ïn my hëäd
scrëäm ärë wë hävïng fün yët

höw yöü rëmïnd më ø nïcklëbäck

Tas_anne @ Saturday, February 22, 2003