Bound

If I were bound to write
And you were bound to read
Would I tell the truth?
Would I write a story of two futures
That I live together each day
Would I write of the blood and tears
They have taken from me
And of how I’m running away
Would I write of the old, old faces
We’ve both loved and lost on the way
Of places we met and things we did
Just to keep the memories in play
Would I write the story of me
Of days lived and nights cried
Would it shatter your thoughts
Would it make you think
That you never knew me anyway…