From where we came of who's to blame
What matters not, who lost .... who gained
too many things were said and done
it matters not who really won
it's not what others think is true,
The blame be placed on me and you
for love itself is not a game
tears left to fall like summer rain
Unlike arrows shot in the dark
words do seldom miss their mark
words left unsaid at end of day, like
deeds undone must stay that way