Be Free Too

First touch first embrace and first passion,
The lyrics flowed easy and fast.
The melody played like a trumpet,
Each chorus as good as the last.

At first the words came so easy.
It wasn’t a hard thing to do.
Caught up in the moment and magic,
The notes and the melody true.

It’s strange how what seems like forever,
Can suddenly take a wrong turn.
A word or a glance or a comment,
And bridges are suddenly burned.

Perhaps our love song is over.
Perhaps it fades out like the sun.
Perhaps we compose it anew.
Perhaps we just leave it undone.

But there’s little time left to start over,
And less just to waste keeping time.
We’re trapped in iambec indifference,
A couple who no longer rhyme.