Sometimes the twinkling of the stars
and dark of night didn't hide the pain in my heart.
Sometimes the brilliant sunlight jars
the raining inside my soul that was spit apart.
Each and every day crawled by.
Everytime the phone rings I ran to it with hope.
Then when, again, it isn't him, I slowly die.
The pain grows more with each breath and beyond scope.
Why did he leave me?
What can I do to make him love me again?
Can't he see what it's done to me?
When will I ever win?
I knew there is love that will last.
I knew that hearts do mend.
All I knew is my future and my past.
I don't know if I have that second (or millionith) wind.
One day my heart will be too broken.
Some day I won't be able to pick up the pieces of my heart.
Too often I wore my heart on my sleeve and let my love be spoken...
only to have someone else take it and break it apart.
Each time I died more and more.
Each time I trusted less and less.
What else does love have in store?
My heart is a barren and splintered mess.
Does the attained search for love give all the answers to us?
Why do we search for these sometimes elusive goals?
It seems so silly to risk all our trust....
only to have our ship of dreams break up on love's rocky shoals.
I know these questions are ones that I asked myself many times along the way.
I know that I felt this way more times than I care to recall.
But believe me, when you do find the love you are searching for each day...
you will glad that you risked your heart for the splendor of it all.