'
our love was a candle
that burned out a long time ago

but the wax just melted
and did not disappear

so let's mold a new candle
from the remains that melted;
let it burn again and again
so we'll feel the warmth
of love all over again
'

If your heart sings a song,
Make sure it’s real,
Make sure your heart is true,
Not just liking what it sees.

Often feelings are hurt,
Because someone isn’t true,
And people turn out broken,
Because they can’t find someone new.

This may not always happen,
But it sure occurs often,
My black heart reaches out,
To the hurt and the broken.

Of course I can not feel,
You left me with nothing to feel,
But I can be a listener,
And maybe help someone heal.

Maybe if things had been different,
If our hearts hadn’t sang,
We wouldn’t be in this mess,
You wouldn’t have shot me with your words.

If your heart sings,
Be careful with what you do,
If the melody is rare and sweet,
Maybe it could be true.

I despise myself for not being someone you could love.

I know you probably will not see this
Just in case you do I want to say
I really hope you are happy now
And I am sorry I couldn't make you stay

I will forever hold a piece of you
It does not matter where I go
I have showed you the deepest parts of me
Things no one else will ever know

I do not regret a single moment
Although I wonder what I lack
If I had to do it all over
I wouldn't take a bit of it back

This ordeal eventually made me stronger
I should actually be thanking you
For giving me the romance I wanted
Then breaking my heart in two

I should have realized you were too good to be true
Too perfect for a lovestruck girl like me
And now I am finally alone
Your ghost my only company

I will always be here if you need me
It doesn't matter how badly I am treated
I swear I will continue to love you
Even though I'm broken and defeated

You gave everything I could ask for
Now I have felt the magic of falling in love
And although I cannot have you anymore
You are still all the things I'm dreaming of

You are gone and it's killing me inside
Every lonely day the climb is uphill
I am still waiting for things to get better
But it is possible they never will

She thinks that she is only silver.
Second place, forever and again.
But this girl ... she is so, so much more.
She is my dear, dearest friend.

Her soul, while brighter than the sun,
is tortured by confusion and things in her past ...
lofty goals that would thwart even the toughest
and a lifestyle going so fast.

Courageous ... and meek.
A warrior ... and a flower ... all at the same time.
Legions of followers, those who look up ... never to see,
the little girl who roams in her mind.

She will get were she is aiming ...
my heart believes in her so.
She is strong, stubborn ... so very brave,
and this child inside her grows.

Now distant, I'll still watch her life
unfold

from this abyss, for reasons that may forever remain
untold.

She is far more valuable than any silver, precious gems ...
yes, even gold.

No object d'art or more costly antiquity ...
has ever,
ever been sold.

I only wish that I could have somehow ...
somehow
made her see ...
that as my friend ... she was so, so much more ...
than merely silver to me.