Life is a rollercoaster

If I spread my wings at last
if I fly away from you forever..
Would you have some glances of the past
Would you tremble at the thought of 'never'..

Would you miss at least a little bit,
and try to dial my unexisting number,
would you think of what it would be 'if..',
believing in, and praying for a wonder?

Or you'll just say that it was dead and gone,
and trace of me would only make it harder,
your heart is still as cold as stone,
and still a heart I never would be part of.