When love is taken from you
it never truly dies,
But always does it live in the heart.
When love is taken from you
every minute it crosses your mind,
And when your love chooses to let go
while your still holding strong,
You are the one that falls,
and when you finely pick yourself back up
you never really stand as tall.
Through life you will fall many times
soon you wont want to pick yourself back up,
But then someone will come along
and lend a hand and at that moment
you will feel as tall as when you first started out.
