By Joi Maree Flowers
Suppose things had been done differently
Would love have stood a fighting chance
Or was it a part of destiny's plan
That its fate saw doom?
Suppose those words were said
That silence held hostage
Would it have changed the tone of our language
Or would they have fallen upon deaf ears?
Suppose the time to surrender our flags
Meant vowing to never fight in the war again
Would that second chance have been granted
Or would our footsteps have still found their way going in opposite directions
If things were done differently
And our vision seen clearly
Would the difference
Or left us as
You and I?