I try to imagine, my life without you.
I try to imagine, what I would be; what I would
do.
I’ve found in you, all that I need,
Without you, my heart would bleed.
I try to imagine, if you went away,
How would I live day to day?
The days wouldn’t be worth living,
My love wouldn’t be worth giving.
My imagination does run wild.
Then it hits me and I smile,
For then I realize where I’ve been,
Lost in my imagination again.
© 2004 Janice Jarnagin
