We were younger then, you and me
Full of dreams, weren't we?
I went my way, you went yours
Where did you go, dear?
Someone said you had left
The life we lived together then
This is my way of reaching out
'Cause I remember
This is what I long to say to you
If I had one chance to speak to your heart
You are loved more than you could ever know
This is what I long to say to you
If I had one chance to tell you something
You are loved more than you can imagine
Imagine
If I told you, would you believe?
The narrow road I did not leave
If I told you, would you understand
That I have found truth
Are you jaded? Are you hurting now?
How I wish that I could tell
Where your heart's at - can you see?
Mine has found home
This is what I want to say to you
If I had one chance to speak to your heart
You are loved more than you could ever know
This is what I long to say to you
If I had one chance to tell you something
You are loved more than you can imagine
Imagine
Not sure if I've made it clear enough
It's not my love I sing about
Everybody asks, "Is God good?"
I believe he is
In fact, I know - he is.
This is what I long to say to you
If I had one chance to speak to your heart
You are loved more than you could ever know
This is what I want to say to you
If I had one chance to tell you something
You are loved more than you can imagine
Imagine
-Rebecca St. James
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There's a friend from high school, who in journals and the like only appears under the name of "Chica". She's the third component of a trio that also encompassed fuhstified and myself. When we were sophomores or so, all about fifteen-sixteen, she got herself in some rather major trouble that involved a lot of emotional upheaval, changing schools, a high amount of drama, and a great deal of confusion over what love meant.
I ran into her once a few months ago. She had her mom and her baby with her, we chatted briefly, but I was working and she had other errands to get to. It's weird, thinking of how the three of us used to be, the events that transpired, and the way that I can't put my finger on when we lost touch.
I've another girlfriend who feels like she can't remember whether or not God's real or has any love for her, so between the two, this one's on my mind.
That, and it's got some cool counterpoint at the end that I like.