Walking in a field of broken glass would be the utmost pain
Or perhaps
Telling you how I truly feel would be worse
Some say I'll find my knight
But sadly, not today
Because like the setting sun, you've come and you've gone
And I can't see in the dark
I just want you in my arms
But you're constantly evading my grasp
So I'll soak in your smile with the morning sun
And make sure that each memory lasts.