Have I forgotten the passion within
All for a prince and a king
But what might have been
Not even tears for what might have been

My tears unspoken, eyes that would never cry
Love is dead.

He stood with the world at his feet
The beguiling love of an honest-man
Now the world marches by
All to the lamentations of that also ran.

Her family is crazy and the little girl runs wild
One older sisters and a boy who's 17 years old
She is old enough to see the way it's going
Somewhere the birds are singing
But for now she will not be alone

She needs her lover, but she takes a boy
This boy was not a friend, he shows no friendship
This boy just waited around to play
But he played too serious, he plays too rough

How can you expect her to understand
The sickness of a world whose eyes are blind?
she is just a little girl inside
But the dying little girl inside this woman is questioning her once upon a times

She is running too early in this loveless world
To young but she found what she needed in the arms of an older boy
She's got a couple things to hide from mother
She hopes she'll understand, But she hopes she'll change

How can you expect a child to understand
The sickness of a world whose eyes are blind?
She is just a little girl
A world she cannot hope to conquer,
Insecurities that fester in her mind
She is just a little girl inside
A bad choice, her fault, and no way out, she'll not blame
All guilt, tears, no cure, but she says no crime
She is just a little girl inside
The dying little girl inside this woman is questioning
Her once upon a time

The girl will be a strong woman--but for now she is getting weaker
She carries her shame inside
Her parents stay away and face nothing
They are blindly wishing for a happy ending

How can you expect a child to understand
The sickness of a world whose eyes are blind?
She was once a little girl
A world she cannot hope to conquer,
Insecurities that fester in her mind
She was once a little girl
A choice, a fault, and no way out, will not blame....

The dying little girl inside this young woman is questioning
her once upon a time
But she was once just a little girl

A man trained for perfection.
He must have seen the stain, that could have been so easily been erased.

I still hear the rumors of good intentions.
But it is the things he said, the life never lived, the choice he never made, the words he never said, the life he threw away.

A life of solid plans and indecision
A heart of gold.
But it does not matter.

No not the fate I expected of one so touched by grace.
Now there is the specter of uncertainty that I first endured, accepted and now embrace.

I am there when you need me
For your weakness I took that ****** stand.
You laugh and I am with you laughing.
This love I can give you.
Its a love and sorrow that could have lasted years

I will be there when you need me
Say a word Ill take another stand.
But in your strength I feel my weakness
You can never take away the fear
The fear and joy in the love of a man.

Her anger unspoken
her eyes learned to cry instead
He said love was dead

After the nights are no longer cold and lonely. When  love has been dead too long. Then will you know that love is not for the lonely, or the bitter wronged. Remember the love before the anger, before the silence and the tears. Again feel the warm memories of his arms around you.

Then cry one last time for the fool who let you go. As he feels the words, that you had wished you could have always been there. But your love was not in his plan.

Anger now unspoken your eyes no longer cry
Where love is dead  pity sits instead.

Or does it, is it......Now I hide it