You Think You've felt a million things
From day to night and what it brings
From rising suns to falling skies
To life thats born, matures, and dies.
And at the time there is no worse
and hearts and heads are all accursed
But time can heel the deepest pain
And tears turn out to be in vain.
And every time you feel a blow
the breaking heart away you stow
The hands work hard to fix whats wrong
until it beats it life full song.
but what happens when it does not start
and your left alone with a broken heart
it will not mend, and it will not beat
its really dead, its found defeat.
So do you live without rejoice
Without passion, soul and voice
Without the fun, the flame, the light
Or do you just give up the fight?
