Her tears splatter like the rain outside her window,
As the thunder crackles one last time.
The faded, wrinkled letters of naivety
Remind her of what could have been, what should have been.

She turns on the radio, hoping for pure consolation.
But sure enough a million memories rush to her at the speed of light
Flashing like the lightning outside her window, threatening to strike at her heart. They
Remind her of what could have been, what should have been.

Everyone told her she’d never be happy with him
She cradles her baby and closes her eyes,
Holding on to the reverberations of the storm that
Remind her of what could have been, what should have been.