If I could sing a little louder

If I didn't know better
I might think you'd understand
If I didn't know better
I would think about what I hear
Maybe I'd be better off
If I didn't know better

If I could see a little clearer
I might have seen that coming
If I could see a little clearer
I would have seen the difference
I know I'd be better off
If I could see a little clearer

If I could sing a little louder
You might have heard me calling
If I could sing a little louder
Someone might have looked my way
I'm sure I'd be better off
If I could sing a little louder

If I'd only been there
I might have seen it too
If I'd only been there
I would have heard the truth
I certainly would be better off
If I'd only been there

If I wouldn't have heard that
I might have lived in ignorance
If I wouldn't have heard that
I would not have found importance
I wouldn't be better off
If I wouldn't have heard that

If I knew what I know now
I might not have reacted the same
If I knew what I know now
Would I still have saved the day?
I think that I was better off
Not knowing what I know now

If I felt what I feel now
I might have thought differently
If I felt what I feel now
I would have cried hard
Surely I was better off
Not feeling what I feel now

If I'd only have said what I wanted to
I might not have lived in regret
If I'd only have said what I needed to
I would not be so frustrated right now
I just would have been better off
If I'd only have said what I wanted to


I only have a small picture of the meaning of this poem, I think that I just wrote it! that's what I do, I write stuff and then think of a meaning for it! I think this one could be like someone who's lived a long life and is looking back on it all and thinking of there regrets.... maybe I'm not even sure. mostly though I think it's about people looking back on things that have happened in the past and wondering if things would have gone differently if they'd have done something differently.......

Beatiful Cornfields

cornfields miles long
beauty is hidden

secret but strong
running forbidden
through cornfields so long

green and unending
somehow inviting
songs they are sending
need for writing
cornfield songs unending

longing inside me
for cornfields forever
wanting again to see
dreading it never
wanting cornfields beside me