Where do we turn when all through the years
the one we’ve turned to has failed?
How do we pick ourselves back up
when we feel like living hell?
We try to move on and push the past behind.
Is it strength or are we weak?
What happens when love means more than losing?
For this I journey to seek.
But I chose this path and I’ll follow through
’till the choice is no longer mine.
I’ll hold my fears and guard my heart,
cause the healer of all is time…
I hope…