Caroline

Thom Artway

Hung above our heads, the heavens high
The night it started,
hovered an auspicious star.
Should we hang our heads, our fates decry,
inscribed in our hearts 
& simply play our part.

Chorus:
What do you think, dear Caroline?
Shall we leave the past behind?
All those years before we met were so unkind,
So what do you say, dear Caroline?

I've put miles & so much more here in
my rearview mirror,
& it's too late to turn around.
This tale feels staged & so Shakespearean
our hero shivers
on the verge of hallowed ground.

Chorus:
What do you think, dear Caroline?
Shall we leave the past behind?
All those years before we met were so unkind,
So what do you say, dear Caroline?