Who sees you when you are crawling alone in the dark, seeking refuge in the arms of none?
Who provides comfort when all the comfort you can find is in a pillow and a blanket?
Who hears your hushed tears trapped between the moon and the sun?
Who listens to your silent tears in the dark, deep inside the residues of your broken heart?
Only I can see myself alone in the dark...
Only I can hug myself to sleep in an ocean of bitter tears...
Only I can hear the smile depart...
Only I can listen to my own private fears...
I am surrounded by own weakness, drowning in my own sorrow, waiting for someone to rescue me, for someone to save me but why can't I rescue me? Why can't I save myself? As hard as I try, as strong as I try to be, weakness finds me at my weakest hour and my loneliest hour is one of loneliness. Loneliness seems to be my only ever faithful friend.
I have to be strong, I have to move on, life is a dance, a song and a tear. Whether you dance together with someone or you dance alone, the music keeps on playing and the rhythm never stops. So too the heart must keep on beating. It must lift its broken wings and lift whatever is left off the ground, into the air and beyond the clouds.
In the end, all I can do is look back and think of the moments we shared, smile at the good times we had while it lasted. All I can do is thank you for the sweet memories, no matter how short and cruelly ended. Thank you for the chance for letting me love you... it was short but it was sweet... and it was...
