Humans were built to be broken,
Flowers bloom only to wilt,
Babies are born and everyone dies,
Decisions made often turn into guilt.
But humans have ways of recovery,
Flowers come back in the spring,
We remember the dead and welcome the new,
And we learn from doing the wrong thing.
So maybe there's hope for second chance,
Can the heart really break twice?
Maybe a bandaged soul can only heal once,
And then is made strong from sacrifice.
So I ask of you this question,
Could I hurt in hope of repair?
I doubt that I could fall to you again,
I doubt my walls can crumble again in despair.
I must decide to stand where I've been,
To stand resilient in all of my despise,
Or I could break down and try to make it all work,
To forget the tears you caused and your lies.
So I'm willing to work from the present,
Forgetting what happened in the past,
And this time I swear I refuse to give up,
I swear this time I'll make this last.
