There's no love in my life
which caused the death of my heart.
I can't even begin to explain how much it hurt
when you ripped out my heart and tore it appart.

Sometimes we try to recreate heaven on earth

Making gardens

Inventing shortcuts

Discovering secrets in and out

Looking through our numerous paths

Trying desperately to find

The perfect one

But this isn't the way to do things

Follow a straight line

If it is struggling

Find footsteps to forever follow

For eternity will you have guidance

Across the path

Unfortunately what goes up

Must come down

If you hurry

Then you are likely to trip over

Your own feet

Just remember

That shortcuts may be harmful

Never forget these words

Move slowly

And good will follow

Playing it safe will be your motto.