Second Chance

If wishing for a second chance is a thing, then it will be mine. 

Re-living every moment with you is worth every dime; 

Our first meet, first walks, all the talk through the late of the night:

Ingredients!, that made my life. 

If wishing to hold you close is a sin, 

I'm ready to sell my soul to the devil. 

The warmth of your closeness will help me brave the fiery hell, 

As my soul is snatched from my body, fleeting away in the sound of the knell. 

If wishing to steal all your pain is a crime:

Then pass the verdict with a smile. 

The dingy cell of despair will become my heaven, 

Knowing you have found your happiness haven. 

And if it turns true, all the wishes that I made. 

Know this, I'll have no more regrets. 

Cause the final wish that I make out of my selfish way,

Is to wake up to your smiling face, every day.