A dreamer lost in a fantasy is nothing more than a dreamer.
A warrior without a battle is still a warrior.
My heart without you is just a meager broken object
with nothing left to give or have.
A piece lost forever never to be found
I gave it to you, nothing can replace the fast pace at which my heart beats when
I hear your voice, nothing can recover my heart from the grasp you hold.
Piercing each piece of my soul as you try to run away. Are you really gone?
Am I holding on to a memory of who I once gave a fragile heart to? Forever I sing your song of love...This is HEAVEN
