How do you know if you lost her, how do you know if everyone since has just been a substitute.
What if its too late?
Too late to say, I love you.
Too late to hold her in your arms,
To write to her, to sing, to make her laugh
Fix her fears and hold her near,
In the dark, the light, keep her warm.
If you find her, hold on tight.
If you ever let go, if you ever lose grip,
you might find yourself regretting every step.