Nothing Left to Hold

Where does love go when the heart grows weak and cold?
What happens to the spirit when there’s nothing left to hold?
And when sorrow fills the daylight hours,
What happens to the sun?
Loneliness grows bolder when there’s nothing to be won.

The future is too far away and blurs with all the pain,
The past tends to repeat itself and heartache comes again.
And so it all continues when only shattered
dreams remain,
The soul is lost forever in the harsh and icy rain.

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