What once was caused by the heart
The smile but now is pulled by brain
Flames of passion that danced in eyes
Now a lovely heart they maim

Although we are flesh apart
I feel your pain all the same
And though we are souls apart
Your soul's on fire, I feel the flame

But fear not, friend, the flame will die
I've seen the water earn its fame
And if the water turns to ice
We'll perish together and roam the skies.

The piano and the guitar
The shy, shimmering star
The drums and the flute
And light in Moon's loot.

And words laden with sorrow
Over music filled with joy
Don't promise a happy tomorrow
But nightly sorrows they borrow.

It used to be
exciting just before the dawn
It used to be
amazing to see a shooting star's swarm
It used to be
frightening to stand out in a storm
It used to be
all of these and so so so much more

I used to marvel
at the ways that were of woman
I used to marvel
at the way a baby lay sleeping
I used to do a lot of things
that now I would not undertake
I used to do a lot things
that I now know were mistakes

I used to , used to ,
but now I'm all used up
I am awake before the dawn
but it wasn't by choice or fate
And as I search a cloudless sky
looking for the star that passed me by
I'm thinking to myself
"used to" comes softly with a sigh

they say the dead receive more flowers,
compare to the ones that live,
because regret have more powers,
than gratitude that will ever give.

the life that bestowed upon me,
that God gave i took for granted,
partially it return to He,
too late for my prayer disenchanted.