Before

Before all the sadness

And the bad things that happened

We might have known joy

We might have held hands in the rain

But now that's all gone

Nothing's the same

I wander the desert

Calling your name out in vain

Could someone have studied

Could someone have known

The proper direction

My feet should have gone

Could someone have showed me

Which road to go down

What point on the compass

What words to explain

Before the first teardrop

Before you were born

With good things still coming

And no-one to mourn