How can I find the strength to carry on another day
Without my pride there’s nothing left to say
Is this the way my life was meant to be
Too late for me to say that I was wrong
Perhaps the weak believe that they are strong
I thought that if I tried, I’ll find a way to win their trust
Yet all I’ve known and loved has turned to dust
It seems that there was no way that I could belong
The fire that burns within your heart
The pain that tears my life apart
The rain that falls from broken skies
The love I lost beneath the lies
And must I face the truth alone?
Is this the end of all I’ve known?
The years I gave, The tears I’ve cried
Why dream of love, when love has died?
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