Tears dry, and they dry fast,
Memories fade, and with them fades the past.
A future bleak, is what comes then,
I’m sinking, and I can feel it when,
I can’t take a breath.
I taste this air, and what I find everywhere,
Are agony, sorrow, pain and despair.
Will I rise again?
Will I fly again?
Yes, I will, if you help me.
Love has its power,
The power to feel,
The power to heal,
The wounds of a heart.
Will you love me?