Life is full of 'ifs'

If tears were sweet I'll cry you a river,
When sweet was bliss now bitter the taste
If cries were music I'll sing you a song
When music was tranquility now a bitter sigh

If poor was wealthy I'll give you my all
When wealthy was rich now pity the act
If sickness was healthy I'll live with each call
When healthy was vigorous now pity the fact

If loneliness was affection I'll stay by your side
When affection was caring now hating to leave
If death was a first kiss I'll never regret
When a kiss had planted forget we've ever met.